Possessed by the Muse

Okay. So.

The good news: I am on a writing tear.

The bad news: it’s to the detriment of literally everything else in my life, including my two blogs.

All this time I’ve been whining and petitioning (the universe, my muse, my sense of discipline? Idk. I’ve been begging somebody) for the words to return, I forgot how demanding The Muse can be when she arrives.

Cooking meals? Exercise? A stop on my evening commute for anything but popping open SimpleNote to fix that nagging paragraph? Returning texts? Answering phone calls?

We no do none of that.

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Housekeeping Vol. 7

Occasionally, I ask myself who I have more irrational hatred for: L*b*n J*m*s or T*m Br*dy. This week? It’s definitely T*m Br*dy.

Just when I think it’s over. While the Lakers experiment fails spectacularly and that 45-year-old cyborg finally decides to go home to his supermodel wife and children…

HERE HE COMES. LIKE A FUCKING REVENANT. TO HAUNT MY SPORTS LIFE IN PERPETUITY. 

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