Just sharing a thunderclap, because we can all use help when it comes to these. 🙂
So, I’m doing a Thunderclap campaign for my next book The Bride of Glass which is the sequel/final book to Quinsey Wolfe’s Glass Vault. Apparently, I need a 100 supporters for this message to go out. Right now, I need 32 more, so if you could please sign up with your Twitter, Facebook or both, […]
via Help Me With My Thunderclap Campaign! — Literary Dust
Dad bought tortilla chips with onion dip. See? This is what happens when people diet. They forget which chip goes with which dip. Blech! In other news, tortilla chips are sharp.
Back to writing goodness! Have a great day!
I’m tired already, but I came up with this idea sometime after midnight (when all good and crazy ideas are born) to make today all about the words. I was tired then, too, but I had this idea that sleep would make me less exhausted. What can I say? I was a starry-eyes dreamer. And I still am. 🙂
Wish me luck! 🙂
Morning’s close at hand. Got some writing done, and figured out a way to not leave any of the Bojangles barbeque sauce in the container. I mean, I couldn’t be wasteful. *Licks forehead and chin to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Now to just sit back and watch judge shows. 🙂
Outside–is well, dark. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but it’ll be up in a bit, most likely ready to heat up the sky and give us some proper thunderstorms tonight.
Stay safe, read goodness, and don’t waste barbeque sauce. 🙂
Heart and Brain: Body Language The Awkward Yeti, Nick Seluk Synopsis “From the New York Times bestselling creator of the hugely popular Awkward Yeti comics comes the third collection in his Heart and Brain series. Heart and Brain: Body Language continues the adventures of the loveably conflicted sentimental Heart and rational Brain, as well as other bodily inhabitants like Gallbladder, Muscle, and Tongue. […]
via Review: Heart and Brain — For the Love of Words
The days have been so dreadfully hot and humid lately, that tonight is a bit of a reprieve.
Cloud coverage crowds in on the ground, I’m the over grown grasses and the trees that have tangled and climbed through the summer to create this think under brus, that most nights might be oppressive, holding the best in close about the skin until one can’t think.
But tonight the wind, textured and balmy from earlier rains, pushes the hair back from my face and adds a certain something that relieves something deep inside of me.
I so love the night.