Ok. This story is developing nicely. It needs more humor and cowbell. I’ll settle for more humor. #writing

“The darkness and rage overwhelmed him. He ordered boneless chicken wings.” #writing #throwawayline

I’m not perfect at anything. I’m very good at many things. I’m awful at things too numerous to mention.

Another Rhodia pad filled. It’s time to eat.

A lot of writers prefer to write in solitude. I do my best work with people around me and “hubbub”/“rhubarb” to help me focus and get ideas. #writing

I just noticed I’m doing something weird while pantsing. I now write a sentence and make notes and questions inline about the sentence. Repeat. I’ve never done this. It just started happening. I think I’m onto something. #writing

I’m sitting outside, watching people, writing words that I hope will remain. #writing

“The small shed in the back was already full. One more stiff and he’d have to move.” #writing

“His fist slammed into the grinning mouth. Teeth and blood flew. Now, he grinned, even though he had broken his thumb. All in all, his first punch was a success.” #writing

“He had too much forehead and not enough hair.” #writing

Time to enjoy the outside by going there.

Wear your mask, and get vaccinated. Your beliefs don’t protect you.

The problem with the Olympics is that I’d doesn’t celebrate what humans can accomplish, it’s a nationalistic competition that counts medals. Flame on! #olympics #failure #human

I’m still not having any luck connecting to Atlas. I know I have the right credentials and string. Oh well, time to switch gears. #mongodb

Happy National Tell an Old Joke Day. …just look at me.

Hello. Relax. It’s the weekend. There is no need to stress today. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

I feel like taking a course. I have no idea what kind.

“She hated him enough to kill his family and friends. She let him know she did it. He killed their love. She killed everyone else.” #writing #throwawayline

If you give help and friendship and expect the same in return, you are being selfish. Give help and friendship because you can, not because you want or expect payment in turn. #life #failure #success

“My friends have a habit of disappearing.”

Plan for tomorrow: relax outside find some seafood write

It’s time for a glass of mead.

It’s time to begin the weekend. Who’s in?

Photo up: photosaday.weebly.com #photography

It’s Friday. It’s time to switch gears and do house stuff.