Oh, the Cozy waters ran deep and wild yesterday.
Cordoning off all outside life from the dark turquoise sea, I waded out into the warm tide and dove…
Only to find my head had turned into a dang beach ball.
‘Bob, bob, bob!’ went my brain on the surface of The Shallcross Burden, bouncing around on top with the algae and the trash.
“Unfair!” I raged to the skies… while my head bobbed merrily along.
Bottom line: The life of a writer is strange and obscene.