I now have nineteen drafts of blog posts, all of which have been abandoned. Continue reading “One word that isn’t good enough”
I don’t get poetry. Continue reading “Let the Little Spiders in”
When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend. His name was Mind Man. Incredibly original and creative, I know.
Also he was a superhero/rockstar so, like me, he reached the upper limits of coolness.
He wore a cape like Superman with MM on his chest (I was a big fan of Lois and Clark back in the day) and he was absolutely real… in his own kind of way. Continue reading “Inside my Head”