I am in here.
So around two o’clock this morning, I not only hit, but passed (by a little tiny bit) 30,000 words. This is why I slept very late, and after I was awake, continued to pretend I was still asleep. That damn chunk of words is starting to come together after all. And there you have it: … Continue reading Thirty thousand
It seems that being a writer is a very boring job. Not for the writer, of course, because it’s all happening in her head, and then on her keyboard. But from the outside, it is incredibly dull. Writer sits at her desk, typing. That’s it. Or she has her laptop on the couch or in … Continue reading Such a boring life I lead
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
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