—SOMETHING’S CHANGING IN THE SPIRIT.  SOMETHING’S BREAKING I CAN FEEL IT

…The demands of living have consequences, and that is called fate.

…It’s a funny phrase, isn’t it, “Don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater”?  Or, “Bite the bullet”?

…I’m that voice you’re hearing in the dark.

…In about seven hours from now I’ll be in New Mexico with people I adore.  From that standpoint, things are looking up.

…When people say It’s not personal, they don’t know what they’re talking about.

…The difference between what it’s worth and what it’ll sell for are two different things altogether.

…I mean anyone can find a reason to be happy, right?  Even when they’re unhappy?

…We all get a little scared as we get older.  I guess that’s all that is.

…Life can taste like flowers or expensive wine, but there’ll come a time when you’re sick of it.

…Good wine or bad, I can never tell for sure.

…Eating too many roses can be a problem, and cause for concern.

…Some people can be too literal about things, which can be a real problem for other people.

…It’s the strangest thing, wanting something back so badly.

…Yesterday, I received my contributors copies of New Micro: Incredibly Short Fiction, out from W.W. Norton.  I’ve got two pieces in it.  Yay.

…My newest story collection, This Is Why I Need You, has a cover, and hopefully will be coming out soon from Ravenna Press.  Yay.

…Today is already one of the thirstiest days ever.

…I think my dog has a very good understanding that no one loves her more than me.

…We are all going to die, and nothing can be done about that, but there’s now, and this, and that.

…So much for first impressions.

…Most of the time I don’t know what this is about.  Most of the time I don’t know much about much.

…Outside the sea is a mirror looking back at me doubtfully.

…There is one side, and then there is the other.  It’s where the shadows brush that things are fully explainable and become agreed upon.

…Words, words, words.  Silly words.  Sometimes that’s all I have.

...“I like my music to scream at me.”  Yeah, I get that.

…The spiders are back, hanging from the windows like flat, dead eyes that have seen too much.

…I think you might have hit me in your sleep last night.  I never realized how sharp your knuckles are.

…The silence tells me everything I need to know.

…I saw a star fall from the sky last night, and I saw the hole it left behind.

…Would you love me if I was someone else?

…I wonder how many more mistakes I’ve got in me.