A post that sucks.

I keep trying to make it out to Pecos to look at a couple ghost towns in the neighborhood. Don’t ask what I’m writing about ghost towns. I don’t know what I’m writing about ghost towns, but that’s the assignment—write about ghost towns. So I figure I should look at some.

My editor asked what I’m writing about ghost towns. Which is weird because the answer’s right there in the question. He wants something he can say in a meeting. I’ve never been to one of these meetings where I assume people talk about emails and meetings. Why they need to know what I’m writing for a piece that isn’t due is beyond me. I haven’t replied to the email because I feel like it’s my editor’s job to think of a lie to tell someone in a meeting. I don’t know why he’s pretending he’s never met me, acting like I’ve ever known what the fuck I’m writing before it’s written.