I'm going to tell you a secret.

I'm writing an email to a friend when I start to wonder if I actually sound like myself.

I'm eating lunch today when I get a taste of my own medicine.

I'm staring intently at the lead guitarist. At least, at first.

I sat down to write this and couldn't.

I hadn't planned on staying up so late.

The notification said I'd been tagged in a post, which was intriguing at first.

I hadn't planned on sitting down at my typewriter.

I recently started posting a monthly "what I'm up to" blurb on my personal website.

I can't stop thinking about something I read yesterday.

Over the speakers, I heard my name get called to go on stage.

When I started my daily column, it was a course-correction and I didn't fully understand the downstr...