flax-golden
flax-golden tales: frosted like cookies
frosted like cookies He paints his roof every December, but no one ever sees it actually being painted. One chilly night the sun sets on shingles faded down to almost-bare wood, and the next
miscellany
in which there is sadness & laughter, cake & champagne
The universe seems to have this odd fondness for everything happening at once, I’ve noticed. Last Tuesday, I handed in what I’d thought might be my final edits. On Wednesday morning, I got another
flax-golden
our apologies
Due to unforeseen circumstances, there is no flax-golden tale for Friday, November 26th. This is the very first missed week since flax-golden tales began in July of 2009. I’d tell you how many weeks
miscellany
final shapshots from revisionland
An Eventide Edition of what very well may be the final* Snapshots from Revisionland**. Shiny new fountain pen that my in-laws brought me this weekend. It is my very first new-new fountain pen! All
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: helping hand
helping hand The sign said they were Extra Hands, without elaborating on their purpose. So I asked the shopkeeper what they were for, after he finished getting a stuffed jackalope down from a high
miscellany
listening
I go through music phases, especially when I’m writing. I listen to the same things over and over and over. And over. I’m not always sure what will end up being the soundtrack of