Meringues as Metaphors
A few summers ago, cutie and I were cat-sitting for friends, friends who a) had a much bigger place and b) encouraged us to have people over. So we decided to hold a dessert buffet. How hard could it be?
A few summers ago, cutie and I were cat-sitting for friends, friends who a) had a much bigger place and b) encouraged us to have people over. So we decided to hold a dessert buffet. How hard could it be?
Partly because I don’t enjoy editing I am always looking out for ways to work smarter, not harder.
Updates. Blag AS WELL AS launch my non-fiction, non-genre site and blog. So let me know if you spot any bugs, including the ones in my brain.
Such a weight has come off my shoulders. But there’s a lingering sadness, like watching a door be closed.
Life had other plans, as it always does. So when NaNo swung around this year, I rolled up my sleeves, took that deep breath and… ran headfirst into a wall.
I get a little *squee* of joy whenever I think about NaNo. It’s because of the camaraderie. I’ve done other NaNo-esque months on my own (last June I did 70K on Embers in a month) but they are never the same. More of a slog. Frustrating and lonely. Running a marathon on one’s own is not the same … Read more