Help, We’re Juggling as Fast as We Can. Or Not.
As we struggle with the first chapter of the new disaster, we have this sense of doom. Why is it that bad things always appears in the form of an analog clock? Is that truly our vision of impending disaster? We know we should devote every breath to writing fiction, but we’re feeling a bit like a Tinker Toy. At last count, we were broken down into seven pieces. It is just our luck that we are all the round parts, not the long, skinny ones. Every time we sit down to post here, a little voice reminds us that […]
