When you’re a writer with very expressive animals, sometimes, this happens.
Author cr*p.
With the events of the past few days, a looming deadline, and a writers’ event to attend this weekend, the last thing I feel like doing is pimping my crap. (I feel like crawling into a cave in a Xanax-induced haze, but can’t.) Unfortunately, pimping my crap what keeps the normal things in life happening, like the … Read More
Day 9: And the siege has ended…
Day 9 of Hubby in Snowhio: I survived, despite the morning starting off by having to scoop a dead armadillo out of the ditch and throw it away because of the flock of buzzards in the front yard hovering over it. Ugh. Hubby is winging his way home now, and not a moment too soon. … Read More