A few weeks ago, I was cleaning an elderly lady’s home for her. She quietly sat in the kitchen at her computer desk. I quietly daydreamed as I dusted, until I was interupted by one of my own thoughts, "man, she's got a lot of books." A few thoughts later I took note to reading the word fashion over and over. There was a whole row of fashion books. Then a whole row of costume books. I widened my gaze and to see there were shelves upon shelves full of them! Costume books from d

This morning I drove circles around the neighbourhood, passing all my fav go-tos for writing and they were all crawling with Sunday Bunchers. I knew they’d be too noisy and I felt like everyone (myself included) had the potential to gawk and be gawked at. Normally I can drown out the noise. In some ways it’s a white noise that helps me creatively. I enjoy the occasional people watch when I’m playing with words in my head but today, today I knew I’d get nothing done. It wasn’