There’s a short story that’s been rambling around my head for the past month. I can’t get it out though because I want it to be perfect. But my desire for perfect is leaving paralyzed. I want the story to feel like a slap in the face, yet the reader is left laughing. 

In other news… I finally fulfilled my goal of getting to California. My feet finally touched the Pacific this past week and as I watched the stereotypical beach lifeguard hit on a couple yoga chicks, I marveled at the glory of the west coast. 

Hopefully I’ll finish my short story soon. I feel that once I do, I’ll be ready for a new, happier one to begin.