The New Routine

Eyes open as I stretch. My face is imprinted with sofa lines matching my suit. Shoes sticky, tie-soiled. The mini shredder bin next to the sofa is loaded with paper and a sickly spew. Standing brings on vertigo, so I sit down near a blanket speckled with what resembles the stuff in the bin. My stomach churns as I reach…

Diary of a bad writer – Week 11

Grocery shopping Online training for work                    Update Twitter Change batteries in tv remote Oil Change for car Check email Check blog comments My distractions. My excuses, to keep from writing. Today, I to put those things aside. “Clear your head of the daily grind, to write that story…one word at a…