Tom is Away

if i had to pick one word to describe myself, it would be this: too verbose.

caffeinating.

trying not to die from having eaten too much pizza; also making drastic changes to my story.

man, that was a lot of pizza.

gone workshoppin’. Back in a few hours.

ah, crap, i’m running out of time to work on this story. you’d think 2 months would be enough…

writing a workshop letter. only one story this week, which means an earlier dinner, which means a happy Tom.

BJ Armstrong is hereby nicknamed Amtrak, because he’s an absolute train wreck on TV.

flashing anyone who will give me beads.

i can’t keep sleeping 6 hours a night.

sleep. back up early tomorrow to work more on this stupid story.

another website update? you know it, son.
no, i can’t explain why i can’t just space things out consistently rather than posting everything in the span of one day.

working.

ain’t doin nothin but revisin.

man, it’s nice to be able to open a window and get some fresh air in this apartment.

after cutting 1600 words (about 6 1/2 pages) from this story, I’m still searching for another 1400 to kill off. not bad progress, though, so I’m taking a break to watch the simpsons

editing.

another quick barrelhouse update is up.

trying to cut another 2500 words from this story.

is it too hasty for me to declare that we’re headed on the way out of winter? 52 degrees today, 62 on Wednesday.

Knocking on wood, repeatedly.