work
Went into the office today. Contrary to St. Frances' notions, there are at least two days a week when I put pants on before noon. I actually subcontract for the marketing & PR agency I used to work for, Mecklenner Epstein. I've been working out of their
living in SF
I never get any work done when it's shorts weather in SF. All I want to do is walk halfway up Buena Vista and lie out on my fallen log in the sun with my iPhone stuck on Bon Iver.
work
I get to say that I'm a writer, but not in the way you think. The kind of writing I'm trying to do with this blog, with my unpublished stories, that doesn't pay the bills. That's the dream, of course. To be
