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.
Of middling greyness
The repellant thing about blogging, for me, tends to be an inherent reliance on the personal pronoun, and it’s this that keeps me from adding my boring written bits to the void. However, an article I’ve just read about certain ageist reactions to the grey-haired presenter of a TV show I’ve never seen spurs me […]
Grammar, grampa
I guess there is a reason why I ended up an editor.