I’m vicariously experiencing break ups, break downs, victories and defeats. I’ve laughed and I’ve cried, but the emotion I’ve been stung by the most in this experiment has been: betrayal.

My world build is a dystopian, near-future world in which corporations have come from behind the skirts of government to rear their ugly heads in the honest, open market.

I’m going to figure this thing out that carries my conscience around in it.

I argue that the broken need mended. The obsolete need revisited and resurrected. The Misfit Toys, after all, do rally and save the day!

The charge is ours, every man jack a repairman.

How, then, do I measure success?

However, word-whistling gets all mired in meaning. As soon as I fumbumble some something and stack phonemes into morphemes, someone will accuse me of making a mistake.

Thunderheads, and the tremendous power and glory that rolled in with them, gave me a glimpse of God. At the time I thought my god was Thor, but anyway…

What surrounds me when I sit down to write?

I am in good company with Yogi Berra and George W. Bush.

Getting to the writing sometimes requires research, even of memes and things.

Here’s my story incubator…

Whenever little ones join the farm, it seems we all put aside the chaos for a moment to just enjoy new life. We bicker less and smile more.