Crazy Talk and Sometimes Socks
It has to be kind of obvious by now that the whole “running” thing I was so committed to this time last year has more or less fallen apart. And by more or less, I mean, it collapsed into a tangled, stinking pile of it’s own filth like a college freshman attempting to endure Rush … Continue reading Reflections on a renewed running regime
Well, that didn’t last long. Just a mere three weeks ago, I was basking in the glow of having finished a draft of OTHER THING. I had nothing but time on my hands, which I happily spent trying not to send myself to Happy Acres Sanitarium by fretting over whether those 48,000-ish words were ickier … Continue reading Again with the whining and the excuses (or, Starting a new novel, revisited)
So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehen, goodbye! Why in the name of the seven known worlds* would I begin a post with the lyrics to a song from The Sound of Music, you ask? Why, especially, would I pick lyrics so heavy with the threat of a looming separation? Am I quitting this whole blogging thing? … Continue reading Starting a new novel: Standing On the Edge of a Cliff
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