Coming soon (tomorrow, prolly): A new site. A new thing. Oh yes.

For now: Writing more. Sunlight drifts in my desk-side window wondering why I’m not going out in it. No other lights are on. Far down the hallway the fake brass plate around the doorknob shines off a tiny flake of sunlight that reaches it. It makes the doorway glow, like its tempting me to go outside and forget this writing shit. It glows like that constantly. I’ve learned to ignore it, when I have to.