Morgan Longford
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Linus
LINUS May 3, 2023 Before I got Old, when I was really small, I remember when I first met my Mom. I was with a different family at first and had a mother that looked like me and brothers and sisters and I was really small. This other family would put me and all my brothers and sisters into a basket with little holes in it and carry us from place to place in it. On some days, we would go to a new place called San Francisco and on some days one of my brothers and sisters would leave us and go to a new place but I don’t know where because I could not go with them. When they would leave, I would miss them. Then one day I was in the place called San Francisco and this lady stopped walking and picked me up.
By Morgan Longford16 days ago in Chapters
DOG
CHARLES April 30, 2023 Well, I can tell you with certainty that this is not a dream. It has been roughly a week since I woke up and could not open my eyes, according to my calculations. Yesterday, I woke up and I was able to open my eyes. It was slow and they were a little sticky and at first only small slivers of light came in and I blinked a little bit and now I can tell you that my suspicions are confirmed. I am a dog. A very small dog, to be exact. I do not know how this happened, but these are the facts, I am sure about that. I am surrounded at all times by other very small dogs, some of which have opened their eyes and stare at me with confusion- rightfully so- and others still have not.
By Morgan Longford19 days ago in Chapters
CHARLIE
CHARLES April 30, 2023 Well, I can tell you with certainty that this is not a dream. It has been roughly a week since I woke up and could not open my eyes, according to my calculations. Yesterday, I woke up and I was able to open my eyes. It was slow and they were a little sticky and at first only small slivers of light came in and I blinked a little bit and now I can tell you that my suspicions are confirmed. I am a dog. A very small dog, to be exact. I do not know how this happened but these are the facts, I am sure about that. I am surrounded at all times by other very small dogs, some of which have opened their eyes and stare at me with confusion- rightfully so- and others still have not. Somehow all of us seem to be able to find our way to the large dog that nurses us, but maybe she comes to us, so that we can eat. I understand this is our mother. The whimpering sounds make sense now, and it makes sense why I felt so small. Also, I have never been more perplexed in my life.
By Morgan Longford26 days ago in Chapters
I lied. Chapter One Revised.
(To note: Since this is not a complete book and just a work in progress in it’s very early stages, I imagine these chapters will ebb and flow and change and be out of order at this phase. Maybe I will stop calling them chapters. But I don’t know what else to call them. Any ideas? I’ve never done this before. A kids book, yes, but this is a new game and I’m just warming up.)
By Morgan Longfordabout a month ago in Chapters
Chapter One Done.
I finished my first chapter of my new book. I started it last week and finished it today, so I think this is my goal. To write at least two chapters a week, and posting them here one by one, and if I feel like throwing an essay or a poem or something in there from time to time, I can. I am my own boss and I make the rules. I also don’t know what this book will be titled and don’t think it will come to me until I get further into it, so Chapter One will have to do.
By Morgan Longfordabout a month ago in Chapters
I started writing a book today.
Linus April 23, 2023 Today I woke up and it was different. I’m just a dog, so there are some things I don’t understand, but I know when something is different. I can either smell, or taste, or feel the difference. And today something on my inside felt not normal anymore. It is not a bad feeling, and it doesn’t hurt but I know. This is how I know I am not a puppy anymore. When you are a dog, you are either Puppy for a lot of many years or Old. So, I think this means I am Old now.
By Morgan Longford2 months ago in Chapters
Notes on my first public appearance.
Photo by Redd F on Unsplash It felt weird to not write anything of consequence last week, after consistently writing for eleven weeks now (this is my twelfth, which feels like a milestone of sorts.) It was nice to just be present, to enjoy the time exploring San Diego with my husband, and to just check out from things for a few days, but it still felt weird, and I felt a little bit guilty. I don’t know where the guilt came from since I don’t technically owe anyone anything, I don’t have an editor or a deadline, and my two-piece a week goal is strictly for myself, but maybe it is because I felt like I was letting myself down a bit or not taking my weekly steps to doing this professionally or reaching my goals. Maybe I just felt like I was letting all of my five paid subscribers down by not providing content that they paid for (even though my five paid subscribers are my mom, my dad, my sister, my aunt and my husband and I think they would all forgive me and still love me even if I never wrote another thing ever again- but seriously, how do I get more paid subscriptions here?!) Maybe I just am taking this journey seriously because I want it so badly, and taking a week off feels like I’m not applying myself. But here I am, and I feel rested, my brain feels fresh, it is the astrological New Year, so onward we go, and it feels like things are about to get much, much easier, even if I don’t quite know how yet.
By Morgan Longford2 months ago in Families
Nostalgia in Apartment Pants
As strange as this may sound, I miss lockdown. I get nostalgic for it. Not for the uncertainty of it all, or for the general concern for the health and wellbeing of my friends and family, and definitely not for the people that showed how unwilling they are to help out their fellow man, but for simply… the simplicity of it all.
By Morgan Longford2 months ago in Humans
New York City
There are few things I know for certain: one, if left to my own devices, I am a night owl, two, I could eat pizza every day of my life if it wouldn’t ultimately lead to some kind of health crisis, and three, I was a New Yorker in my past life. That is truly the only explanation I have for why I feel so at home in a city that I have never lived in.
By Morgan Longford2 months ago in Chapters