Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
You’d think that writing fiction would be easier that i’ve found it to be. I mean, it’s fiction! You’re just making things up! Anything is possible!
The problem is when anything is possible, everything is possible. And you can’t put everything in a story. It won’t all fit.
Launching your own personal web site kinda feels like that dream where you’re standing in front of your classmates in your underwear at a test that you didn’t study for.
Something like that.
It’s been a month since I launched this web site, and today I announced it to friends and Facebook and Twitter, so welcome, and thanks for coming over to check it out. I may not have a new post every day, but I have a fair amount of material that I’ve been looking to create a home for. This is it.
“When people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.”
― Neil Gaiman
OK, what deity do I need to sacrifice what kind of animal to, to bring on spring and warm weather?
Asking for a friend.
I need to go to bed soon. If I don’t, the leprechauns won’t have the chance to come down the chimney and leave presents.
I get my holiday traditions confused. I kissed a groundhog on New Years Eve and, sure enough, it was six more weeks until Valentine’s Day.
The problem with autocorrect is that it makes such strange substitutions sometimes that it completely throws me off my train of thought by the time I notice it.
I’m on my train of thought, but autocorrect has changed it to an airport.