If I lived in a house that floated on the water, and I was having a lovely bath within that house, would that be ridiculous? And what if a rubber ducky was involved? Would it have to learn to swim twice? I’m asking for a friend, of course. The real me is super busy writing…… Continue reading I’ve got prune-hands!
I don’t want to talk about my Nanowrimo progress. I don’t feel like flaunting my wordcount. This might change in time for the weekend, but I wouldn’t put money on it. What I am stoked about, though, are chores. Effing chores. I was avoiding them one night while reading blog posts about increasing productivity. Yes,…… Continue reading Nano whatever, yo.
It has been a busy November, just like most of my Novembers. It’s the big changeover month where work transforms from a long-blown popsicle stand to a manic hive all abuzz with delightful and charming bees. It’s the month that I spend writing terrible novels. The novel is going swimmingly, by the way. I seem…… Continue reading Water words