My Cardboard Balcony

Hi! I'm at my parents' place, petsitting their dog and cat with my wife! Summer school is tough. I kicked a student out because he wasn't taking anything seriously. Harlan Ellison died - great writer, terrible person. Oh, well. I'm going to the county fair tomorrow. That'll be fun. I'll also see if I can still keep working on Season 2 of Goza and a new short film script called, No-Show. I didn't think the latter would turn out that great, but I actually think it's flowing nicely. Oh - and I'm interested in self-publishing [Insert Self-Discovery Here]. For those of you who haven't been hanging around since the beginning, I wrote the novel in 2012 during NaNoWriMo. I've been able to edit it and add about 15,000 new words, making it essentially a story about four queer people living in a cabin in the woods together for nine months. Sure, most of it is from the perspective of one character, but hey - I think it's about time I put somethin

Countless Number by Belinda Roddie There's a myriad of reasons why I'll let you down.

Somebody told me that you told somebody else that I was seeing someone other than my beautiful wife. And I swear, once I find you, I'll make you feel like the least somebody anybody could ever be. Okay, now somebody told me that you didn't tell somebody that I was seeing someone else. Which is good. 'Cause I'm not seeing someone. There is no somebody. There is nobody. F*** off.