I probably owe you an apology. I likely won't give you one, because I'm not a nice person, and not-nice people don't give apologies. Also because I'm a person, and people don't give apologies when they

Well... rutabaga. Yeah, I decided yesterday that I'm going to write about rutabaga today. Why? I'm not entirely certain. But yeah, rutabaga are a rather interesting vegetable. For one thing, it's purple!

On July 31st 2016 a group of researchers surgically inserted an ultra-receptive microphone into an unnamed man's brain, in an attempt to get a better understanding of brain activity and to see if it could

I have a problem. I have a number of people living in my head. No, I don’t mean I have schizophrenia/ Multiple personality disorder. I may be crazy, but I’m not that crazy. Nor do I mean I have wee little

Well. I’m sitting in a library right now, feeling uninspired, uncreative. The area around me is drab, unoriginal, colorless. Not that I don’t like libraries. As a matter of fact I love libraries, to the

I closed my eyes and repeated to myself I can do this. I will do this. I seriously hoped that I wasn't lying to myself with those words. I had made a dedication. I was going to post on steemit today, I

I can write a coherent post. I think. Well, I suppose those are two very important statements. The problem is that one or both of them is false (sorry @grammarnazi - you’re going to correct me, but what

Ok, so my freewrites are now officially dedicated to randomness, so I like spaghetti. I’m sorry not actually sorry ‘bout that - It’s all Paul’s fault (You fiend!) (@dreemit - If you’d like, you can take

Last night I thought to myself (really, who else would I think to?) Now that I’m posting frequently and consistently, I should actually post frequently and consistently. (I know, who woulda thunk it

I sat in the chair, sweat beading on my brow, mind racing desperately. What do I do? What do I say? The problem seemed enormous, not something I could easily overcome. I’d practically made a promise, and

Ok, today I think we’ll start with an anecdote, because, y’know, anecdotes are interesting. I think. Anyway. A couple of months ago I walked over to the local library, as is my custom, and I saw that they

Flowers in the springtime are something I adore but flowers in the summer just count for something more Don’t get me wrong, I love the spring when birds fly north, they all take to wing But I know I love

Today I think we'll start by pointing out the annoying system that is steemit. Yes, it's unfair, it doesn't work, but it exists. We can accept it or we can rage, but the best thing we can do is work within

Joshua Turbin stared at the tree, ignoring the rain rhythmically striking his head. It seemed to him, as it had a few hours ago, perfect for a portal to another realm, someplace filled with woods and forests

Alright then, and we’re back with another freewrite. As always, when I say we, I actually mean I unless otherwise indicated. Well, I did finally finsih that piece of writing, other than one or two pictures

Arghh! I keep doing it. Pushing off responsibility, pushing off things i need to do, even if I want to do them. It’s a problem I tend to have. And freewriting isn’t even the problem her. Yes, I know I

Full Story: I was snapping a couple of pictures of the more violent parts of the stream near my house after the recent rainfall (which I'll probably post later), when suddenly I saw a small family of ducks

With an upcoming dentist appointment, I figured the time had come to do a little research on the fear of dentists, or dentophobia, as it were. No, I personally am not afraid of dentists, and I never have

Deep Breath. Alright. I’ve decided. It’s time to confess, to tell you my backstory. I’m a professional killer. I’ve killed over 20 times, and never been caught. My first kill was Lavender Doe in Texas

Aaaand it’s that time of day again. And back to the topic we left off with yesterday (ha, you thught I’d forget, didn’t you… well, actually that’s probably because I told you I’d forget, but you know,