05:41 Rain on the window again. The same window from the piece I just sent out about mornings. I'm looking at the sky I told you about while I write this. I'm not supposed to let on what I'm stuck on. A ghostwriter
The presence of my earbud annoyed me, and as I yanked it off my ear, I realised someone was actually talking. YouTube’s library of ghost stories helps me sail through a job I despise. Although I won’t eat anyone else's food. Mine is that good. What
The air was crisp, the sky blue, and all I wanted to do was go back to bed. The pain above my eyes, the dull ache in my forehead, was a sign I was working too hard. Again. The wet vent in the corner of the room was waiting to
The diary of one woman—and the calamities of starting over more times than I’ve laundered my drawers—has arrived, uninvited, like Debbie. They said writing a diary was ridiculous. But I’ve been doing it—on and off—since I was 14, and eventually it led to something