We’re all gonna write tomorrow

As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop.   It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming.  Innocent, even.  Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab.  …

My Imaginary Pigeon

About six months ago, I went through an especially painful breakup with Netflix.  I swore my ex off, lamenting all the time I lost in my less-than rewarding relationship.  In short, I wanted my productivity back.  The result?  At first, it wasn’t revolutionary.  I spent much of the time I would’ve spent binge-watching shows scrolling …