Just because tomorrow is Thanksgiving, that doesn’t mean you can be a turkey at your relatives tomorrow. #thanksgiving

Never underestimate you ability to make a mistake. #life #success

Bird! White-breasted nuthatch. #bird

Good morning, all. It’s almost Turkey Day. Be thankful this is the last official work day this week. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Daily word target hit. Time to fall over for a few hours. I’m tying up loose ends from multiple threads. Some of the knots are rough, but it’ll work out during rewrites and edits in a year or two. #writing #nanowrimo

If you’re not patient with yourself, you will never be patient with others. #life #success #zen #tao

Grimoires should be happier. #books

The world needs more openness, kindness, and empathy.

Books are a way to let the world in. #books #reading

It’s time for a break. I’ve been writing most of the day. It’s a slow day as I start to bring threads together. #writing

As the sun slinks in the west, I feel the desire to drink some tea.

Bird! Tufted titmouse. #bird

Celebrate the things you take for granted. Someday you’ll wish you had them still. #life #success

Being young means never having to say you’re sorry. #life

Clarity comes from not allowing your emotions to distract you. #life #success #tao

Happy Start Your Own Country Day Yup, it’s a thing.

Good morning, all. It’s not your job correcting people when they’re wrong. Don’t do it. It’s my job.~ Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Hm. I see we are now arguing/debating whether “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie, or not. I thought that was settled back when “Die Hard 2” came out.

Plan for tomorrow: errands iOS writing packing stuff

The way to success is through action. Without action, you’re just thinking, or worse, worrying. #life #success

So, who’s ready for the holidays?

I feel some ice cream is on order.

OK. I snuck in a game of Overwatch. Back to writing. #writing #overwatch

I think I deserve a break. I’m still working on my daily word count. #writing

Happy Thanksgiving

“Mommy, can I play with that?” “Of course, dear. It’s Thanksgiving after all.” Sometime later, the mother proudly carried the turkey out to the table, only to have it fall to the carpet as she froze, horrified. All the guests sat dead at the table in pools of blood and cranberry sauce. Her daughter …