tousled & autumnal
It’s autumn! For reals! I have socks on! My coffee was pumpkin flavored this morning! It was iced coffee, but still. Autumn! Oh, how I adore you, season of mists & mellow fruitfulness. The
flax-golden tales: risk & reward
risk & reward A game is not really a game unless it has proper stakes, she says. If I lose, she gets my heart. I ask her what I get if I win, because
nine things for the ninth day of the ninth month
I sent my completed revisions back to Agentland last week. My revisions did not reach Agentland last week, due to the inconsistent wonderment that is the internet. I blame Mercury in stupid, stupid retrograde.
flax-golden tales: preamble to an unwritten fairy tale
preamble to an unwritten fairy tale She buys the rose from a traveling merchant selling all manner of wares, likely plundered from pirates or stolen from other more reputable merchants. A twitchy sort of
beyond revisionland & also an albino squirrel
I am out of Revisionland for the moment. Beyond Revisionland looks an awful lot like Revisionland, but Septembery. I spent most of last week finishing & polishing & re-polishing. I’ve lost all perspective, which