Katie has already settled in to work on her business, and I know that I have writing to do - there's a story I could be working on, or at least a journal entry, and there's plenty of blog posts, and the novel still lingers like a stink in the air.
I stand in the kitchen for a minute, contemplating, and then pull out cocoa, flour, sugar, butter, and a mixing bowl, and start a batch of brownies.
One year ago: Murder of the Already Dead
Two years ago: Debaser
Three years ago: A Face for Radio
Four years ago: It's Peach Season
Eight years ago: Connect the Dots: Bald, Crazy Fucker Edition