I always feel slightly awkward when, on my half-days, I stay in the parking lot while my son is at his appointment. I get that the other parents do the same thing, but they also look like normal folks.
Whereas I, in one of my rare moments of being aware of my image, look like an oddball.
But I take advantage of the moment of forced idleness to write, so while the other parents are staring at their phones, I’m leaned back in my seat with the tablet and notebooks spread out around me in an impromptu desk, plunking away at the stories and just adding on to the whole “that guy’s a weirdo” vibe.
But hey, it’s an hour out of the day that I can write without interruption from other chores! No pesky adult responsibilities!
This means I’ve most likely forgotten something.
Stay safe out there, readers. Gonna keep working on Mardek’s Side-Arc.
-JB Swift
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