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    I'm a journalist who spends my Mondays through Fridays writing other people's stories, a chronic procrastinator who needs structure. I once quit my job to write a book and like most writers, I made up excuses why I couldn't keep at it.

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    I created Lance to better spend that time. I thought maybe it would jump start a second attempt at writing a novel.

    I'm itching to get The Move On, as my dad likes to say. I'm 26 27 28 29 and I'm afraid if I don't start now, I'll get caught up in something else.

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Archive for September, 2008

How about them apples?

27 Sep 2008

Wondering where I’ve been? Yeah. Me too. I feel like Angela Bassett trying to get my groove back. It’s 12:30 a.m. and I’m sitting on my couch, watching a rerun of Desperate Housewives, wearing Joe’s noise canceling headphones, my iPod on shuffle.  I started several posts and saved them all as drafts.  I started one [...]

The start of a plot.

13 Sep 2008

The coffin was smooth, buttery and brown. When Edie touched it earlier in the parlor, she made a mental note to remember the way the wood felt on her palm, how well it had been sanded. She wondered if it had been sanded by hand or produced in some factory. When I get home, she [...]

Plot eureka

07 Sep 2008

Ran into another guardian bum-angel yesterday. I didn’t take his picture for fear that it would reveal he didn’t exist. FYI: it was not the same street prophet who predicted last month that our final offer on the house would be accepted. This guy was wearing a gray T-shirt that read: “I lost my #. [...]

11 people I’ve interviewed in Sarasota

06 Sep 2008

Divine guidance can be found in a reporters notebook. … “No one ever wanted to ride with us in the winter because we only had two blankets. And in the summer, when temperatures reached 95 degrees, we choked from the heat because the car didn’t have air conditioning.” – Roberta Tengerdy, with husband Tom, on [...]

Granny panties rejoice. The thong is out.

04 Sep 2008

I noticed that in the alley outside of our apartment, some woman with a small ass lost two thongs. If the butt floss belongs to anyone you know, please tell them this is no way to amputate a whale tail. PS. Happy Birthday to a woman who has always rocked timeless bloomers. My mom! (She turns [...]

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