Monk Quixote

This week was my first week of sup­posed ‘free­dom’. It’s been exhaust­ing. And I haven’t writ­ten a sin­gle cre­ative word. Although on Thurs­day I did utter some fairly cre­ative words when I tasted the mys­tery sub­stance that I had spooned into our din­ner in the spirit of cross-cupboard-shelf diver­sity and explo­ration. Some lids are sim­ply meant to be left sealed, kids. (more…)