flax-golden tales: the horse collector
the horse collector The horse collector lives at the end of the street. He only pulls the curtains back on Tuesdays, from half-past seven in the morning until half-past four in the afternoon. The
the horse collector The horse collector lives at the end of the street. He only pulls the curtains back on Tuesdays, from half-past seven in the morning until half-past four in the afternoon. The
Today I am 32 years old. Which means this blog is 2 years old. Also, there are cupcakes.
This week, flax-golden tales is one year old. This is a flax-golden tales anniversary post. I might add a photo of a cupcake to it later, once I get around to baking cupcakes. The
Months ago, the boy asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I said I wanted a new desk chair, because I’m boring. Also, because I spend a large amount of time sitting in
overgrown I tried cutting them back at first. I broke three pairs of garden shears before I gave up. I didn’t even know I had three pairs of garden shears. Every vine that I
This post is going to be about revising. It will not be anywhere near as good as this post about revising, but I figured I’d give it a whirl anyway. I’ve gotten fairly familiar