grey day

It’s not as nice as yesterday. The sky has turned lifeless, like an old black and white television.

Still, it’s tolerable, and good for cutting grass.

The single worst entry I’ve ever made?

Target: 900 words
Written: 909 words, novella: The Mungk

busted shoulders

I carry all my stress in my shoulders. I meditate. I do yoga. I exercise, in small increments.

But my shoulders are always so goddamn stiff.

I had an impingement in my right shoulder I had to do three months of physio on to get rid of, partially, a few years back.

Now, it appears the same problem is true of my left shoulder.

As they say, carry too much weight, your joints go first.

Target: 800 words
Written: 1382 words, novella: The Mungk