It’s pretty hard to chew my peanut butter sandwich. One side of my jaw is slightly out of goose. My nose feels as if it should be bleeding, but that’s probably part of my brain haemorrhaging.

Motherfather. With two hours to spare, I completed my novel for Nanowrimo. 50000 words of utter bunkum about a man who moves to Texas and half climbs a mountain. Can’t think of where I got the inspiration from. Maybe some man I met down the pub or something. Pubs. I remember them. Vaguely. I have

I haven’t been in touch with many people for a while. I make no excuses. I’ve been busy. I have three houses in Austin to gad about between – two that I’m moving residency between, two that I’m sitting, and two dogs to exercise at different locations. Picture a venn diagram with dogs and laundry