7:41am. Coffee. Little mocha mix. Thinking of my office. When I’m finally there, whether on Embarcadero, or in […]
Freewriting
My Friday night, sipping an ’08 Cabernet. Not sure what to say. Today, many lines from visitors. Ready […]
Me, slight bite, after three nights of a wee hike; My knees, tight, for a breeze bright; a […]
post modern wednesday. or is it my thursday? my week’s middle, where many begin end. or is it […]
Feel strange, for some reason. Opening day of olympics. But I’m more interested in the Dodgers-Giants game. Busy […]
Too many similarities between writings recent, and mikeslognoblog posts from 2 years ago. So, going deeper into current […]
It centers me, I guess. I have to write. I remember between classes at Foothill college, while it […]
Gathering pages. Chore. Not as much fun as I thought it’d be. What did I expect? Did I […]
At winery, all characters. Wine Store owner from OH. Screenwriter from NYC. And, me. I’m noticing my wine […]
Still tired from yesterday. And today, was in wine club room. Nothing too frenzied, though. Do have notes […]