A.R. Geiger

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  • A Dozen Little Failures

    I have a dozen failures,Every one of them is mine.Like a dozen little ducklings,Spread out in a line.They follow me throughout my life,They never miss a beat.A dozen little failures,Gathered all around my feet.Didn’t wash the dog today,Forgot to feed the fish,Called my mom an hour late,And broke another dish.I have a dozen failures,They always…

  • Here’s To Embarrassment

    Writing professionally is not for the faint of heart. It’s true. Unfortunately, by its very nature, writing is a vulnerable business. Your stories are pieces of yourself, and putting them out to potential ridicule or even well-meaning critique is a difficult thing to do. But there’s more to it than that, and I’ve spent a…

  • Dr. Watson

    As most of you know, I lost my sweet Mrs. Hudson at the end of January. She was older than the hills, on full-time medication, and finally reached the point where we knew it was time to let her go. I held her while she got the shot, we buried her on our back property…

  • Writing Poetry

    I dislike admitting that there is a kind of writing I can’t do. I will freely admit that part of this—and only part—is a pride thing. I make my living off of writing, and I like to think that I can do most kinds well. The not-pride part of the annoyance stems from the fact…

  • Classes

    Hey, remember how I disappeared for the last three months of 2021? Yeah, me too. I have a good reason, actually. See, besides working full time to get two scripts in before the end of the year, I was also in classes. Class? Classes? One class, stretching out over multiple weeks? Basically, the show runner…

  • Slowing Down

    They’re waking up when I come into town. Shopkeepers, housewives. A few beggars. This town doesn’t have very many—I remember that from the last time I came through. I’m not sure they like that sort. I probably look like a beggar to most of them. My shoes are getting thin around the soles, and my…