“Hello, Elizabeth,” I said as you dropped the bag of groceries you had just come in with. I watched as broken eggs mixed with spilled orange juice. You looked tired, as if you hadn’t been sleeping much.

Streaks have power (like when I never missed a day) and losing the streak has made it hard to get things going again. If not for this public accountability, I probably would let the whole thing go. But that's one of the reasons why I decided to make this public. As a short story...

The breaker rolled past the window next to me, a sandy, foamy blur; I thought I could make out a jellyfish being pressed against the glass. It was outlined there for a moment and then gone. All that motion and chaos just inches away from me made me nervous.

And this is a good thing. My wife and I desperately needed to get out of town, so we did just that, rambling through beautiful locations in Utah, Arizona, and Colorado. For some of this time, I didn't read any fiction, didn't watch any TV, or really consume stories beyond chattin...

Jack looked small for his age, which was fine by him. Looking like he was ten when he was twelve was a competitive advantage. He had more experience, he knew more. When you’re competing for scraps from tourists, or the proceeds of an occasional lift, you took what you could get....