writing
the end is in sight
I’m in revisionland again, in case the radio silence hadn’t made that terrible obvious. I would like to take a moment to say that I have fabulous beta readers. They found the elusive things
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: boo.
boo. Ghosts are everywhere. They dwell in cabinets and old shoes and shrubberies, waiting to sneak up on you when you least expect them. They hide in the scent of crisp leaves on windy
entertainment
sleep no more
Yesterday was wedding anniversary number three. Three years already! Doesn’t really seem like it. Did you know that the traditional third anniversary giftage is leather? Yeah, we weren’t about to pass that opportunity up.
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: cobweb
cobweb It is lovely in its simple complexity. A methodical tangle of string. Airy and weightless. Fragile. Until you touch it and it won’t let go. They call it a web, but it is
writing
color-coded
I am so close to the end of revisionland I could throw rocks at whatever land it is that lies beyond revisionland from here. Technically, I don’t have any more writing-writing left. But there