Sorry about the silence this past week. I'm in a funk, and it's not the George Clinton kind. I started a few posts -- the planetary verdict on Pluto, an Emmys analysis, and others -- but have lacked the energy and enthusiasm to complete them.
Here at Brevity, a lot of September has been planned, but we'll see if it comes to fruition. Maybe the Columnist Manifesto is right, and there is such a thing as blog depression.
55 Fiction Friday can be fashionably late.
Tess was the strongest interpreter at the United Nations. Her roommate Tyra was the fastest fact checker at the New York Times, situated only a few blocks away.
Countless weekends were spent planning a worldwide coup. But they settled on lesser acts: a local politician’s perversion of Malaysian customs, a crossword puzzle impossible to finish.