Why, getting moss all over the house, of course. (My roommates are groaning. They remember the days of Dani’s art projects.) When I talked to you last, I announced my
Why, getting moss all over the house, of course. (My roommates are groaning. They remember the days of Dani’s art projects.) When I talked to you last, I announced my
I’m doing it. I’m writing a book. My goal is to finish the rough draft by September 18th. Hold me to it, my people! I need you. Yes, you.
So yesterday, I was working on Clark (my hard-working lappy) (his Hard Drive is the Fortress of Barnitude and the thumb drive is Sneaky Pete, for any of you Smallville
Oh, Mr. Darcy. Any and all fans of mine can feel free to buy me this: (You can find it HERE at Brookish’s Etsy Shop. So lovely!) Also, I just
Remember that one time when I got published? In a book? (I mean, it was no big thang. Just kidding. I’m ECSTATIC.) Well, I got interviewed about said published piece,
It’s late. We had a glorious weekend and I already wish I had more time with my husband, all the time. Rocky is once again in the shop, 160,00 miles
My dear friend Katie wrote a great post the other day on missing herself in a certain place, and on “becoming a camera” in order to capture each place in
I feel like I’m fighting defeat. It’s oozing around my ankles, sickening me with a nasty black stench. It makes me want to run to high ground and give up
I am quite possibly the world’s worst runner. That, however, does not keep me from trying, nor from GETTING PUBLISHED ABOUT IT. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHOLLAYAHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! *ahem* It’s an anthology of stories about
I only do what Google says. Google says people need me. Who am I to not answer the call? (Also, for all of you who rolled your eyes through my