So, I’m thinking that tomorrow night, my Friday night, I need to open a random red. What exactly, […]
Journaling
At Mom and Dad’s, instead of a Starbucks. Up here, total quiet, peace. Working on project R. Just […]
Disturbed turtle through corporate whorish hurtles–cheetah with ideas. Ancient plaintiff, aided; re-scribble my fiddle–two memoir missiles; Looking for […]
My Friday night, sipping an ’08 Cabernet. Not sure what to say. Today, many lines from visitors. Ready […]
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 […]
At winery, all characters. Wine Store owner from OH. Screenwriter from NYC. And, me. I’m noticing my wine […]
Writing with Jack at side. About to start sipping home-brewed coffee. Should be pretty strong, as the scoops […]
the Texas man, John said, exited to up the order of shipped ’08 Syrah. These two days off, […]