Posts Tagged: interludes

A study in (bad) chapter titles

I have something to show you. Ready?   Any idea what that is? Can you read my handwriting? It’s the chapter titles for Code Word: Methadone. (Which desperately needs a new title. We’ll come to that.) I. Am. Happy. Oh.

A study in (bad) chapter titles

I have something to show you. Ready?   Any idea what that is? Can you read my handwriting? It’s the chapter titles for Code Word: Methadone. (Which desperately needs a new title. We’ll come to that.) I. Am. Happy. Oh.

Shush…

“But…” “Shush.” “But…” “Shut up. Ssshhh. Just… be… silent.” It’s very difficult. But I do it. mjc

Shush…

“But…” “Shush.” “But…” “Shut up. Ssshhh. Just… be… silent.” It’s very difficult. But I do it. mjc

Drafting a rejection letter to a child

She said I could tell you this story but only if I stressed that A) she was not a cougar and B) she thought he was a sweetheart, an absolute sweetheart, but being THE TEACHER is not her particular kink. ME: “So.

Drafting a rejection letter to a child

She said I could tell you this story but only if I stressed that A) she was not a cougar and B) she thought he was a sweetheart, an absolute sweetheart, but being THE TEACHER is not her particular kink. ME: “So.

Are mornings after always awkward?

HER: “Um… so… question.” ME: “Yes?” HER: “Are morning after… always awkward? Is that just the way it is?” ME: “I don’t know. I don’t do mornings.” Love it. The problem is nobody I’m writing about right now would say

Are mornings after always awkward?

HER: “Um… so… question.” ME: “Yes?” HER: “Are morning after… always awkward? Is that just the way it is?” ME: “I don’t know. I don’t do mornings.” Love it. The problem is nobody I’m writing about right now would say

What to say when he asks, “What are you like in bed?”

From this work in progress that happened on a plane while I was supposed to be analyzing THAT project that nobody really wanted but everyone was waiting for: “What are you like in bed?” he asks. Abruptly, rudely. To shock.

What to say when he asks, “What are you like in bed?”

From this work in progress that happened on a plane while I was supposed to be analyzing THAT project that nobody really wanted but everyone was waiting for: “What are you like in bed?” he asks. Abruptly, rudely. To shock.