The teen flick, sorry, novel, is done. Reviewed and dusted. Not quite the horror expected.
Panic review published last weekend. Will post it soon.
Back to school next week. Back to schedule. Back to actual writing. Until then, back to the washing.
A little like this
Disjointed.
1. My friend Helen was the best punchline rememberer of them all. All the best jokes died with her. 2. Actually, there is no number 2.
Fraud?
It will be the year of structure. I will make time to write, corral little chunks of hours. Things will be produced*. (*I will find an alternative to the passive voice to avoid that overexposed personal pronoun.) I have been guilty of calling myself a writer with little to back it up. Let’s be honest. […]
Daryl
There was an older lady and a man sitting on their deck. They were chilling with a beer (him) and a glass of wine (her). They were happy. They sat for a while. The man turned, as the lady said “I love you. We have been together for so long. You have supported me through […]