Create Your Own Writing Exercise

In those hazy moments between heavy sleep and clear wakefulness, on a morning when I woke without an alarm in a room at once unfamiliar and like every other hotel room I’ve ever slept in, the sentence uttered itself in my mind as sharply as early sunlight through a window: Dan Foylton is flat. Where …

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July 9: A Post in Which Nothing is Concluded

Happy Friday, everyone! Today I’m going to do some writing this morning, followed by a stop at Milwaukee’s Bastille Days with my son, then toilet shopping to replace our pre-WWII toilet that finally sprung a leak (we’re consider this one), and, in the evening, a reception where I work, at MSOE’s beautiful rooftop sculpture garden, …

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