New Writing Plan: Stay Pumped

I’m pumped.

I finished some work for one of my first editing clients. I’m pumped. Have a book review to post soon for a new book I read that’s about to come out. I’m pumped about that. I’m off from the part-time job today, too. Pumped. Real pumped. Gonna go to a coffee shop and work on some short stories. Gonna get some more short stories for my blog. Gotta get a few more. Gotta have some useful stuff to tweet and post to Facebook. Gotta get my blog making money so I can quit my part-time job and do my blogging and writing and editing thing. Gotta stay pumped.

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Wasps Don’t Sting Barrels

A memory.

That red buzzer hovering ahead wants to sting the life out of me. At first there’s just one of them, just one between the wooden porch beams stained in rings like pruned tea leaves and the unsettling white door that provides the newest form of nonpermanent shelter, where I’ve lived all my life.

I lock my hand to my elbow. My moves, self-taught through uniform reenactments of Jackie Chan movies, tried and proven on others, friendships permitting, makes me feel like I can roll through the wasps like barrels. This ancient technology of the fulcrum, and with it my version of karate, will always be with me, as will my scarred ego.

I’m certain that I got inside, eventually.


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