The story is coming along nicely. There are some scenes that feel like filler, but overall, what I have is solid. I’m at the midpoint of the story and this is where stuff needs to come together. #writing #nanowrimo

I think I should venture forth or fifth and find something edible.

One of those days. Got a toothache. Got a root canal. Morning gone. Time to catch up on writing.

Back in my day we had stereo. We had two radios.

Oh well. Looks like Jonathan Maberry canceled out of Philcon. I’ll still go, but I won’t be doing much more than using the hotel to write in. #writing #philcon

“Just because you carry books under your arm, doesn’t make you a lawyer.” #writing #throwawayline

“I’ve got some epoxy. Let’s bond.” #writing #throwawayline

“His life was a ketchup bottle away from the mustard.” #writing #throwawayline

Good morning. Sit with yourself, even if you’re alone. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Be kind to those around you, even if you don’t think they deserve it. You don’t want to sink to their level. #life #success

Time to quit for the day. I just hit 42K. I’m exhausted. #writing #nanowrimo

PSA: Do not attempt life without adult supervision.

When no one notices you, it doesn’t mean you don’t matter. #life

Marry what you want with what you need. #life #success

Good morning. Allow yourself to make mistakes. Allow for them as well. Just don’t make them intentionally. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

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