It’s gotten to the point where Monique now experiences bit of anxiety over posting a blog because she fears she will have nothing to say. Little does she know, that tomorrow her reticence will no longer be a handicap.

How little does she know this? You could measure it with your finger. She wants you to believe she can predict the future, that her oven smokes when she turns it on for no apparent reason other than to look cool, no matter how long she’s been thawing a slab of salmon. So she starves and casually sips decaf green tea and her lips boil down to one notable fact: it’s hot, and that’s life. Life is hot and full of unfactorable polynomials. The functions are undefined.

This is what happens when you sit age-old math formulas at the same table as an English major and serve them tea–the problems aren’t solved but stuffed into a closet full of sentences with the door shut tight so everything fits. Strike a prose! And on she sits, like a 90 degree angle in the driver’s seat, mumbling about sitting upright for God’s sake man or you won’t go anywhere in this world.

And when she’s done with slopes for the night the only thing she hopes is that this all makes sense in formula Dream: bed + head = oh, now I get it. Then the light bulb over her head is actually morning, and zero is the only thing that makes sense.

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Monique Muro

Monique is an exceedingly happy human from LA. She runs the blog A Novel Quest, and writes. A lot.

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