The Junk Drawer

The literary equivalent of rubber bands, old phone chargers, and nine-volt batteries. Stuff that doesn’t belong anywhere else, all thrown together in no particular order. But if you sift through it long enough, you’re bound to find something worth the look…

THE BLONDE; THE BLOOD; HAROLD; AND ME, THE COWBOY

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Inspired by a fever dream caused by a spoiled chicken salad sandwich, I actually turned this is in as a writing assignment for my twelfth grade English class. I got an A, but my teacher never looked at me the same way after that……

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Wait, did I just write a novel?

I wrote most of my first novel on a work-issued laptop, lying on the floor outside my son’s bedroom while attempting to sleep train him. He was a stubborn kid and it took several weeks to break him. At least I was productive with my time.…

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