Case Of The Mondays

I’m not a fan of the word job, or what it means when I have a job to do. Take writing, for instance; usually, it’s a beautiful retreat in the Catskills at a riverfront AirBnB fit with a hot tub, 500-thread count sheets, and a squeak-less porch swing.  But for some reason, today, writing is work.Continue reading “Case Of The Mondays”