the best story i ever ate

I’ve been re-hashing my old blog posts lately, due to the unwanted appendage you might call writer’s block. I like to call it “work.” Or, “the ebb of the creative subconscious.” Or, “absolute self-delusion.” I just wouldn’t call it late for dinner. Speaking of dinner, I’ve been eating dinner at friends’ houses, lately. Well, one… Continue reading the best story i ever ate

in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized

I stared blankly at the screen. No amount of will, or begging, could make the words come – at least, not in the way I wanted. I began to peck away at the keyboard slowly, unenthusiastically, hoping that somehow, something relevant and exciting would emerge. Nothing. “Mom?”I peeked out from behind the screen to see… Continue reading in which self-consciousness is thrown to the wolves, and a culinary metaphor is utilized