Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Terror of knowing what this world is about

I have to finish an article this morning I promised weeks ago.


I have about six articles written, but none are complete, there is a piece of me in each version and they are all shite. No, I am not looking for pity, I just realize I hate writing about Monterey. It's like writing about TGB. Every word sounds like a rejected line from Love Actually

In the meantime, Dexter is staring at me with his daddy, a turtle is peeking his head out look. 

Coffee is finally brewed.