The black Mercedes-Benz sedan pulled into the last spot at the far end of the lot. The rest of the cars sleeping in the lot were dark and covered in a light mist, reflecting the golden streetlamps that overlooked the slick street. Damien slowly got out of his car. His worn dark dress shoes with … Continue reading “Strip”
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Finding Time to Write Is a Pain
My new career has me pulling long days with short nights followed by even longer days. I have little time to write and when I find it, it's not the number one thing on my list to do. A lot of writers will tell you that being a writer is more about sitting there thinking … Continue reading Finding Time to Write Is a Pain
