nanowrimo, day 9
Note to self: If you keep writing, the words pile up. Corollary: Just get it out there. You can fix it up later.
the plain people of Ireland
This is the best book I have ever read in my entire life. No, seriously.
Fair. No wind.
Where I write to you from: Cincinnati Weather (KLUK): reported: 01:53 UTC on 2004/11/09 Temperature: 35.1°F (1.7°C) Dewpoint: 28.9°F (-1.7°C) Relative humidity: 78.1% Barometric: 30.44 inHg Conditions: fair, no wind How in hell can it be fair, no wind, and 35.1 frigging degrees with a dewpoint below zero? (Because it can, dammit.) AND how can … Continue reading Fair. No wind.
qotd
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. — Ray Bradbury
white pebble 