My Cardboard Balcony

Okay. First of all, holy Hell, has 2018 started in a completely insane way globally. Just everything from the current administration to nuclear tension to...I don't even want to talk about it. Let's put our blinders on and focus only on my personal bubble, shall we? 'Cause that's productive and healthy for our eroding democracy! Good news is: I completed Season One of my TV project, Goza. It was an absolute blast to write, and it felt really good to have enough time to dedicate to more personal writing. Obviously, whenever I write something that requires performance or production, I know it might just sit in my emails or my hard drive for years. But hey, if any of you lovely readers are interested in reading the first season - let me know! I'll email you the episodes personally. In the meantime, I am taking a break from Goza, especially since my winter break is almost over and I have papers to grade before jumping right back into teaching English and Yearbook. T

Winter Has Settled by Belinda Roddie I'm cold. I'm hungry. I'm lonely. So this is January.

Don't leave the pass in the bathroom this time, and don't look the hall monitor in the eye. I've heard he's tried to assault three girls so far on their way back to their science classes. I've been carrying mace myself - do you have anything sharp on you? Anything to slice the horny bastard in case he gets too close. We've tried reporting him - no dice. Turns out, he's the freaking principal's son.