OK readers- I wrote this piece in January, and at the time my girlfriend Yas told me that I should take it further.  I didn’t.  I really believed that I was done with the story the minute I posted it.  Now, I’m not so sure.  
So, I’m asking you guys to read it and then let me know what you think- is it done, or should I keep going?  
(To the paid subscribers- sorry for the repeat.  I’ve got some new fiction coming for you tomorrow.)
A Little Help From My …

Date:  March 29
Time: 9:23 pm
 
Budget, reports, meetings, and headaches.  That about sums up work for the last two weeks.  No need to discuss any further.
Janice talked me in to going to see a psychic this weekend.  Yes.  A real live psychic.  I’m sorry.  She prefers to be called an advisor. 
Why do I listen to Janice?  Because she’s my best friend and I know that things will always be interesting with her.  She said she wanted to know if this year is the end of her being single.  She don’t wanna be …

 
Date:  14 March
Time:  6:00 pm
 
The stress at work is becoming so unbearable that I find myself snapping at any and everything.  Short fuse does not even begin to describe what is going on with me.  When I’m not doing battle with the Boys Club or wondering why some of my managers can’t seem to manage their way out of a brown paper bag, I stare out of my office window at the awesome view that is the parking garage. 
As cars wind their way out of the garage, I imagine that …

I have no illusions about life in Charleston. I hate the heat and humidity, the backwards politics, the overt and subtle racism. And yet I am steering my car straight into the belly of the beast.

 
Date: March 8, 2009
Time: 2:15 or 3:15 am (still a little disoriented because of the time change.  And no matter what Janice says, it’s not psychological)
OK, everyone knows how the rubber band/cussing experiment went.  By Wednesday, I had to take the damn thing off because the inside of my left wrist was so bruised.  Seriously.  The bruise is purple and green right now.  It wasn’t because I was snapping the rubber band so hard, it’s because I was snapping it so often.  Let’s just call this experiment a wash.
Work sucked …

Author’s Note:  This journal is purely fiction.  The product of the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to actual persons (namely self) or events (that may or may not have happened) is entirely coincidental…  I’m just saying.  :-)

Date:  March 1, 2009
Time: 6:00 pm
 
I know that spring does not officially begin for another 19 days or so, but I am ready.  It’s been colder than usual this winter, and I could use some warming up.  Physically and mentally. 
Things have been pretty boring lately, so I decided to kick it up …

I have been dealing with the dreaded “writer’s block” since we rang in the new year.  But you post almost every day here at DFB (the little voice in my head screams).  I know, I know.  But I’m talking about a block when it comes to writing fiction- which I haven’t posted much of.  
‘Cause I was stuck.
And then last week I had a “moment” (actually, I had several during the course of the week- on top of being sick) because it feels like things aren’t  going the way I …

Friends often swear that they will always be there for one another… In Jenna’s case, she was about to put her friendships to the ultimate test. She was sick, and she needed them to help her commit a sin.

I know it’s been awhile.  Enjoy A Bit of Fiction today.  Don’t forget to leave a comment.

Luci couldn’t believe how well the party was going.  Folks were dancing and mingling and eating everything in sight.  It looked liked things could go all night, and she was very excited by that prospect.  What a way to break in a new home. 
She was even surprised that both of her parents were still present.  They usually orbited around one another during holidays and special occasions, making sure that they didn’t spend longer than …

You would think that at my age I would know better.  Just because other folks are jumping off a bridge doesn’t mean that you have to.  God, I would hate to call my mother and tell her that she is right.  Plus, it’s too damn late.  I’m already on the table, naked from the waste down.  There’s no getting out of it now. 
“Good afternoon, ma’am.  My name is Claudia and I will be servicing you today.  Since this is your first time, the most important thing to remember is to …