Nov. 9, 2016 – This summer, after a glorious three-year hiatus as a full-time writer of fiction, I returned to my day job as a journalist. The good thing? Now I have not one, but two, jobs that I love. The down side? Obviously, carving out time for the fiction is a challenge. But last night, Election Night, I was happy I’d made the choice. No matter how you feel about the results, a newsroom on Election Night is a glorious place – no more so than on a night like last night, when my newspaper, the Missoulian, blew its deadline in the interest of getting the election’s final results on the front page, rather than a wussy “tight race” headline. I think the tension in that moment shows in the 1:30 a.m. photo above, as the newsroom crew worked at crafting exactly the right headline: Trump Beats All The Odds. They call journalism the First Draft of History. Cliched? Maybe. Except last night, the cliche was true.
Nov. 4, 2016 – It’s full dark when I get to the coffeeshop in the morning, full light when I leave. But this morning, I glanced up and caught the fleeting remnants of sunrise, a time when, according to 
Nov. 3, 2016 – Did a podcast this morning with 
Nov. 1, 2016 – On the walls of the coffeeshop where I write – portraits of 
Deadline convergence! Proofs due on a short story for an anthology. Post due for