No. Not drawers. And not that kind.

I’ve lost THE drawer. The one that had all those pieces that I’ve written that are never meant to be seen again by human eyes, but which I thought I should probably still humiliate myself with one day by posting them here.

There was one excerpt in particular that has been haunting me lately.


Like a floating manuscript ghost hanging somewhere over my head whispering,”Release me, release me! I must be seen by the world! And they will love me.”

I’m sure I’ll find it again. When I’m looking for something else, of course.

And hopefully long, long after the urge to show it to anyone has finally given way to a dose of common sense.