morning coffee // Bill Gets Burned Alive

I burned Bill today.

WITP // Stop Eulogizing the Living.

The following post contains misquotes and inaccuracies. I have the correct statements scattered somewhere around this office, but I don’t feel like looking them up. I’m not sorry. Deal with it.

morning coffee // The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

we interrupt this program // 9.2.17

My Process

If you look back, you’ll see that Morning Coffee started as a fifteen-minute warm-up. Thanks to you, it’s grown into a popular little fiction series. (And seriously, thanks.) I won’t lie: it’s been a challenge keeping everything straight. But it’s worth it; when my readers appreciate my work as much as you do, it behooves me to pay meticulous attention to it. So here’s a little look at me, the man behind the curtain.

morning coffee // Someone’s Eating My Lunch

My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.

morning coffee // A Second Inexplicable Leaf

The leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall is growing. 

morning coffee // The Great Green Eye in the Window

All hail the window!

we interrupt this program // 8.25.17.

I should be writing part three to that arc I dropped last Thursday–but I think I’ll hold off just a little longer. I’ve got a couple other things to sort out first.

morning coffee // The Window

It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell.

Morning coffee, 8.22.17

The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight.