Good morning. Keep an open mind. Don’t assume you know everything. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

“Don’t bleed on your friends, when your enemies are around.” #writing

It’s time to relax. I’m over 35K words. #writing #nanowrimo

It’s Friday eve. Time for a small glass of mead. #mead

“Modern day witches are all about electric covens.”

Good morning. Hunker down. Get it done. It’s Friday. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

“The richer you are the more people want to rob you.”

Monday is a holiday here.

Time for a break. It’s a slow day of writing. #writing

‘Her ran. Terrified and his mind a jumble, he fell on the snow-covered ground. His hart beat against his chest, its hooves crushing through his ribcage, stomping the life out of him.” #writing #throwawayline

Hello. It’s another day of writing for me. Maybe the words will flow again. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Time to rest. Writing done for the day. What did I miss?

“You have been selected as part of a team of elite pizza eaters. Your mission is to eat all the pizzas. This isn’t a game. You must win.” #writing #throwawayline

Time for a break. It must be the holiday season. I just got two calls from “agents” who want to promote my book “Last Call”, option it as a Netflix movie/series, or buy the rights to it. Too bad none of them represent reputable companies. #writing #publishing

It feels like a tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich kind of day.

Happy Cook Something Bold Day

Hello. The sun is up. I’m not. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

I’m over 25K. One quarter of the way there. Time to fall over. #writing #nanowrimo

Overheard: someone catering a holiday party by ordering Chick-Fil-A. Not a party I’d want to go to.

Apparently, some people on ESPN can only afford one shirt

“His was a simple mind. He read each word aloud. Punctuation made his head hurt.” #writing #throwawayline

So much for no free-writing this lunch.

Thanksgiving #writing

Turkey Day is rolling up fast. This year? It’s been an illusory dream—or nightmare. You woke up celebrating the new year with all of its plans and hopes. You took a breath only to discover you are a year older but barely wiser. You’ve accomplished much, but too little. You look in the mirror and …

“She had curves where no other woman did. She was more like a pile of melted bubbling cheese than was good for your arteries. The baggy clothes she wore clung tight.” #writing #throwawayline

“His ancestry was questionable. As was he.” #writing