I’m writing on a hot and humid summer day in August. But I am also writing in a snowy and cozy mountain cabin in a blizzard. You see, I live in my own world as a writer, and at the same time, I am living in the real world. I cannot travel right now so I’ve learned little tricks to help me escape while writing. If you were to come into my home (where I am writing at this moment) you would hear and see the following: a fireplace going, and a blizzard raging outside. You would

©BobbieDeLeon It was cold outside. I remember that. The sky was gray, the way it looks before a rainstorm or the beginning of snow. I had been on traveling on a bus without sleeping for 36 hours. If you've ever been on a bus, you get it. If you haven't, just take my word for it. Every time we stopped to pick up or drop off new passengers; I had to throw up. I've never been good with movement like that. We arrived at a bus depot for a pickup, I was relieved by the pause in mov

*NOTE BEFORE READING* When I get stuck, I will often step away and write a poem, short story, dialect piece, or article. Just some means of writing different from what I am working on. So the piece I'm posting below is a fun little short story I wrote to break my writer's block. It's not meant to be a great work of fiction haha. It's just fun and a way to step out of the intensity of the current project. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. I spaced it out a little differentl