The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.
“It seems you still have your wits about you.”
Books shape my world. No, really – literally.
My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.
I spent yesterday destroying evidence – no, not THAT kind of evidence.
This morning I got a surprise. I thought I was getting a melon. Due to the early hour, I confused the two.
Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?
ALAS! *sips coffee*
It’s ever writer’s second greatest fear, the question that keeps us up at night.