I miss having a writing group. #writing

“His stomach went blork. He suddenly felt better.” #writing #throwawayline

“What is the perfect gift for someone about to die, but doesn’t know it?” #writing #throwawayline

“Strange rodents handing out predictions is no basis for weather forecasting. Better to trust a newt.” #writing #groundhogday #montypython

For being a starving artist, I’m lucky I’m not starving. I can still write. #writing

It’s time to eat. It’s time to free-write. It’s time to be a nuisance.

“Existence is thrust on us without our agreement. We then live life kicking and screaming to keep it.” #writing #life

“A Bardic History of Raccoons” should be a thing. #writing

“The friend of fiends is no friend of mine.” #writing #throwawayline

If you play the game, be prepared to lose. — ancient proverb I just made up.

“The plume of smoke swirled lazily into the blue sky above the shattered bodies below.” #writing

“His heart beat faster. Strange, he thought looking at the organ on the floor, how one misses something when it’s gone.” #writing

“She wasn’t much to look at, but that was OK. He wasn’t much to be with.” #writing