Hi – your dreams called. Did you send them to voicemail? Some thoughts for a Monday morning on rediscovering your dreams. And a little bit about my crush on Colin Firth and a cage match with his wife.

It’s come to my attention that I’m a very bad example. I should be ashamed of myself.

Roadmaps, toasters, swimming pools and humility. Put THAT in a blender!

Erika – what the HELL? Seriously.

Smegel liiiiiike…where’s your dirty little freak?

The Redhead prepares to take Redhead Writing mobile for the next two months-ish. Happy holidays…

There are two choices you can make: blue balls and lighting fires. What’s yours? Door #1 and Door #2 are waiting.

What are you losing in translation? People don’t read minds. You have to actually tell ‘em what yer talkin’ ’bout, Willis!

I double dog dare you to get The Redhead something for her birthday this year. Something that’ll get BIGGER after you give it!

Writing happens because things get stuck and scream to be let out. There’s a lot stuck, but not so much screaming.