Sweet Chrysanthemum
Dance Dance Dance
Oh man, I bought myself a treat today. It’s shiny and silver and you push the thingy down and it makes the strongest bestest coffee ever, and I’ve drank a full pot and now I’m hyper and I don’t know what to do with my energy so I’m just going to dance around my apartment for a bit, giggling to myself and maybe flailing just a little.
NEW SIMON’S CAT EVERYONE
Happy Early Halloween.
Also, Ewww.
I’ve been working on this quilt forever, and today I laid it out to see how it was coming. So of course Daisy had to come pose on it. Because that is what kitties do. And she is a cat.
Write Badly Well
Begin your novel with the protagonist getting out of bed and seeing that it is raining outside, which perfectly mirrors his life
Jake opened his eyes and heard the rain battering against the outside of the glass window. Well, he thought grimly, it’s raining outside, and it’s certainly raining in my soul, which is about as inside as you can get.
It had only been seventeen days since he had lost his job and been dumped by his girlfriend, all of which made him very sympathetic without actually having to establish him as a character. Ever since that fateful day, he had been hearing the drip drip drip of his hopes (raindrops) and aspirations (hailstones) tumbling down onto the corrugated iron roof of his memory before disappearing forever down the drain of missed opportunities.
The more you know.
Also, DEAR GOD.
