31 Friday May 2013
Posted in Bus Blogging
Made it to the bus this morning with no time to spare. Literally, it pulled up as I walked up. Cutting it close.
Everyone loves Friday’s. But in some ways I think Friday’s are the worst. They are the culmination of a long week. The fifth day in a row if waking up too early and devoting so much of my precious time, both slightly against my will. Continue reading
31 Friday May 2013
Posted in Fiction
Madison sat in the atrium, feeling utterly alone despite being surrounded by others, including the man that she loved and had taken as her husband several years ago. She stared at the gathering masses as they all watched the ceiling. Standing there, heads raised to the sky, they looked out through the glass dome that protectively encased the room. Continue reading
30 Thursday May 2013
Posted in Bus Blogging
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I never thought that my first blog would be posted from the bus, but here it is. This is the first time I’ve ridden the bus on my own, and one of only a handful of times in my adult life. However, I fear that this may become a regular thing.
I’d love to tell you that I’m living the dream. That I’ve got it all figured out and get paid unthinkable sums of money for my craft. But that’s not truth. Continue reading
Angela Cavanaugh 