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
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
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
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
seasonal binding My next-door neighbor wraps her trees each November. Tying up the remnants of autumn in lengths of rope and string. Binding them to ward off winter. She explained it to me once,
I know I’m late to the party getting on my NaNoWriMo soapbox, but I’ve been busy with revisions and most of my boxes are normally occupied by kittens, but since people are still talking
precautions First there was the mat. It didn’t say Welcome, but it wasn’t off-putting. And everyone knew how he was about keeping the house tidy. They wiped their paws as requested and were welcomed