A Series of Scenarios: #1: In which I bemoan the privilege of the extraordinary
It was early afternoon and I was sitting in a 1950’s style diner, listening to my lunch companion (heretofore known as “my mom”) divulge the latest gossip from the local hair salon where we both get our hair cut on a regular basis (hers more regular than mine). Apparently, the new ownership had brought forth…
This is a blog about not being able to write blogs.
Dear Readers, I have nothing to say. I’ve been writing cover letters, freelance proposals, and editing resumes for the past few weeks. So, I come here to unwind and maybe write something that doesn’t involve years of experience or proposed cost for writing projects. I come here to let my soul out of the cage…
New Beginnings…or the obligatory first post
Hello and welcome to the flagship post of Great Tales of Romance, War, and Adventure: a blog where I try to make believe that suburban living somewhere in SoCal is actually much more dramatic than it really is, then blog about it. In other words, this is where I try to write this century’s Rape…