Another night, another avalanche of words...

I just checked my calendar and saw my next deadline splayed before me. Deadlines are speeding cars to me, filling my mirrors quicker than I think is possible. A dot on the horizon one second, an angry impatient late driver the next.

Faced with an evening of pouring words, all that I can think about is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich....brb...

ahhh, the country’s reeling from an outbreak of salmonella-tainted peanut butter and here go I flaunting a pb&j. Fear not, the jar’s from the mid-aughts....

what i’m going to do tonight, is post this piece of literary nothing, turn off the Internets, fill the screen with Scrivener, and go.

Ciao now. brown cow.