Forever O’Clock
Jung hasn’t showed up yet, because he’s tripping. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Sleeping Late on Judgement Day
An Uncle Is For Life
I always enjoy hanging with my clan, but I particularly enjoyed the chance to annoy my nephews. I have been lying to them floridly since they could barely stand. Continue reading
The Only Thing On My Bucket List
Okay. SLEEPING LATE first draft is…a book. That’s good. It means I just need to tune it before submitting it, not go into major rewrite mode. Continue reading
Radically Melbournated
I’ve had nearly as much legal fun as a man can have with fried egg on his dinner and jetlag on his brain, so now I’m going to watch television until I flatline. Be well, y’all. Continue reading
Forget It, Tad — It’s Fridaytown
Thank God for, as I posted earlier, the glow of work accomplished. Because a few seconds later, someone on the internet mentioned pie. I don’t blame them. It’s a good subject. But pie was mentioned and I remembered there was strawberry-rhubarb pie in the refrigerator. So I went there. And pie there was none. I suspect the teenaged boy has inhaled it. And now I cling to life and hope as best I can, because my world is dark and pieless. Continue reading
The Evil One
My favorite thing to tell an angry child: “No, no, sweetie, we weren’t laughing at you — we were laughing ABOUT you.” My children refer to me only as “The Evil One”, and always in hushed tones. I like that. Continue reading