Author: Leigh Grissom

Hey, it's my blog, and I can mope if I want. I encountered the phrase "Creative Misfit" this week. It's really made me think. I've been struggling with "what's my place on this virus-wracked blue marble" and I have to admit that even the title Misfit...

A day which will live in music infamy. I wasn't watching when MTV took to the airwaves; being from a reeeeeeeely small town in Texas, we didn't have access to MTV until it hit our cable provider. I was lucky -- my forever friend lived far...

It's been a hell of a day. I said goodbye to a Good Woman, stolen by cancer at the too-young age of 60. I was sitting here staring at the picture taken of her and her husband at my signing for SABRE-6, and ...

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Mirror Man © 2020 by Leigh Grissom May 1, 2021 ​I think I’m losing my mind. ​I must be. Diaries are stupid and I don’t have time for this. I’d love to talk it out with someone, but they’ll just eyeball me like I’m a loony and I don’t...

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