San Francisco Apocalypse
Today was the best of days, whether Maggie consciously knew it or not. This morning she woke in a sliver patch of sunlight and realized… Read More »San Francisco Apocalypse
Today was the best of days, whether Maggie consciously knew it or not. This morning she woke in a sliver patch of sunlight and realized… Read More »San Francisco Apocalypse
In the dream I had, the lake bubbled like a hot spring. The water was crystal clear, and I could see all the way down to the bottom.
Antiheroes swim. Flesh and blood protagonists from popular 21st century television shows with enormous flaws and the deepest of secrets – Olivia Pope, Don Draper, Emily Thorne – they all swim.
Two, two, three, four. five-six-seven. Six-six-seven. Exhale. One, two, three four. fivesixseveneightnine. Inhale. Breathing, the fundamental concept of ages of which I’ve become so hyper… Read More »Part 3: From Here To There
I began making three piles. Store it, Sell it, Give it away. It was time to figure out how to get to New York. I’ve… Read More »Part 2: Moving
While working on this story one morning this song came on the radio. It felt appropriate to the particular time and place of the piece.… Read More »Part 1: From LA to NYC