cold number twelve
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2017.03.25
I lost exact count around Christmas, but I've got cold ~12 since September building up. And here I wanted to go pike fishing!
twenty-seven years and one million words
I lost exact count around Christmas, but I've got cold ~12 since September building up. And here I wanted to go pike fishing!
Writing is a lonely job, unless you're a drinker, in which case you always have a friend within reach.
—Emilio Estevez