Jeff O'Handley

The Doubting Writer Finds His Voice

Monday Musing

The blear is strong in me this morning. I woke up in the dead of night–or morning, technically. 3:22, to be exact. I’m not sure what woke me up: too hot, too cold, fingers falling asleep, spider running across my face, who knows? But I was sure, for just a few seconds, that it was […]