Must...reach...writer...utility...belt...

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Holy shit what a rheumy-eyed, beaten down, completely unfabulous medical waste disposal bin of a day. Week, even. Month. Year!

To that end, I am off to Staples to procure a large cork board, 3x5 cards in several colors, pushpins, and string. This has to do with novel-writing, obviously.

I do believe I've reached the point where sanity can only be found in making up an imaginary world and living in it, and if I don't set about doing so immediately, I might as well nip off and donate my body to science because my brain will shrivel into a small wrinkled ovoid of leathery Spam within a fortnight.

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"The Test"
December, 2011
Originally appeared in Dispatch Litareview.
"Hypothesis"
August, 2009
Y otra vez, pero en español:
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August, 2008

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