THE FEELING: A Sense of Things

Soul-nausea and super-tasting

Pals,

Today, a Monday, is my Sunday, after working all weekend, removing four-thousand words from a six-thousand word story so I could send my editor the two-thousand words she requested (weelllllll, 1800, but then there’s my name, and maybe the date, and it just all adds up).

My usual Sundays are, just, lay around until Sweet Perfect Simon comes up with…