There is something akin to peace, for now. That will end when the twins practice their trombone and trumpet later, attracting moose to the yard
NaNo Vanquished
I wrote 50,000 words this month. In order, mostly.
Walking Through Jello
Act One is drafted. Outlined. Scribbled. It has gone from random wisps of electrical pulses in my brain goo to lines and dots and marks on my computer (and in the cloud — I’m not crazy enough not to back up). (more…)
Jackie Pick 