This post is about writing under a false name in an effort to tell a story more honestly, and with that in mind I’m hoping everyone appreciates how clever the title is.
The mind is like a roiling storm. Or something.
In which I write about not writing.
Written in 2014, inspired by the death of one of my favorite celebrites.
Bright & Beautiful – A tale of bootleg liquor and broken hearts, played to the tune of a swinging jazz number.
I wrote this years ago, while I was in college. There’s no Freudian analysis to be made whatsoever.