That’s not a corset, mate. THIS is a corset.
Scarlett O’Hara, separated abs, and squeezing myself into a torture device that produces whangdoodles.
Scarlett O’Hara, separated abs, and squeezing myself into a torture device that produces whangdoodles.
Horror in three sentences. IN THREE SENTENCES, PEOPLE. Come read it!
Here is a list of first lines that you’re free to use as you see fit: as inspiration for other opening lines, inspiration for stories, inspiration for poetry, inspiration for a collection of fictional tweets from the bathroom….
This is my second attempt at writing a short story in three sentences. Please to enjoy!
Here’s a top ten list of things I’ve done that you probably haven’t. And if you have, tell us about it!
I’m not receiving comment notification emails again. So if you comment and I don’t reply, please don’t feel ignored. I’m researching how to fix this (and getting nowhere, so if anyone has any advice, please share!).
Also, a few Headway and WordPress updates back, my Google Analytics stopped tracking. I sorely miss it. If you know how to fix this, please tell me. Thanks!
Ennui, killing off characters, angsty writer panic, and getting naked.
I forget things a lot. But my first medical marijuana establishment? Nope, that’s unforgettable.
So…I decided a few days ago that I need a social media break. It’s starting at midnight, it covers Twitter and Facebook, and it will likely last a week. I need this for several reasons….
So, my husband works in hardwood flooring. He comes home with stories to amuse me. In related news, dialects are cramazing. World, never stop being you.