flax-golden tales: polar
polar I was three when I fell in the polar bear pool at the zoo. My parents say it’s a miracle that I didn’t drown. Always that I didn’t drown. Not that I didn’t
polar I was three when I fell in the polar bear pool at the zoo. My parents say it’s a miracle that I didn’t drown. Always that I didn’t drown. Not that I didn’t
I wanted to go on an excursion today, so we took a drive out to Concord. It was a gorgeous day for it, sunny but not hot. We saw lots of adorable dogs and
enjoy your stay The Hotel is a place that is stumbled upon, often unexpectedly, by anyone who is in need of a stay. There is already a reservation in their name at the desk.
And revisions are done. Beta-ed, adjusted again, re-beta-ed & polished to a high shine. It is almost disgusting how much better it is than the last draft. Seriously. I’m not leaving the Revisionland Hotel
this is not twue wuv You send me all these roses. Every time I think the last bouquet has arrived, finally, another turns up. I’m running out of vases. I didn’t know roses came
I am sequestering myself in the Revisionland Hotel this week. I am very close to done with my additional, post-beta reader revisions. I am extremely pleased with all the changes so far, and what’s