I’m double-posting, meaning as I update my story at flattland.com/cr_writing, I’m also writing this. It’s not because I have anything to say, but because my neighbor across the hall has his music turned up enough that the bass sounds like an unbalanced washer on the spin cycle.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. . . .

Even the ironic lyrics of Phil Ochs are no respite. More later. Gotta put my brain to better use than complaining.

Okay, more complaining! I’m editing this entry since I just lost several paragraphs of writing, some of which I was kind of happy with. Computers, technology . . . a writer craves not these things.