The dogs went outside, saw the snow, looked excited, and looked at me. I think they think I was responsible for this somehow.
Yes, dogs. I turned the world into a giant Sno-Kone FOR YOUR BENEFIT. You’re welcome.

Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
The dogs went outside, saw the snow, looked excited, and looked at me. I think they think I was responsible for this somehow.
Yes, dogs. I turned the world into a giant Sno-Kone FOR YOUR BENEFIT. You’re welcome.
I am going to write a story about a group of lovable genius nerds who rebuild an old race car into a flying car.
The title will be The Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Theory.
I am writing a new Thor origin story.
“I worked out really hard to get big and fit.
AND NOW I AM THOR!”
I saw this line in a recipe: “Cook to perfection or until brown on both sides.”
Of course, I imagined this: someone’s cooking chicken. It’s lovely. It smells wonderful. They turn up the heat a little bit, and flip it over. Now they start to get a little anxious. Is it brown enough? Or has it gotten too brown? Is it sticking in the pan? IS IT PERFECT?
Then they remember : it’s cook to perfection, OR UNTIL BROWN. And THIS is certainly some shade of brown. They briefly contemplate writing a “50 Shades of Brown” cookbook before moving on to the next step in the recipe.
I’ll bet Chuck Wendig doesn’t have these kinds of problems when HE’S cooking.
I have a crazy plot that JUST might work. I’m going to get up at 8:30 tomorrow morning, and try to convince everyone around me that it’s REALLY 7:30. I only have to convince several million people to reset their clocks for me to pull this off.
Wait. You mean they’ve already DONE it? EXCELLENT!
Sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.
And tonight the heart wants picante chicken ramen.
Oh, wait. That would be what the stomach wants.
I’m OK with that.
I’m writing the scariest Halloween story ever. It’s about a writer who writes the scariest Halloween story ever and dies just before hitting SEND.
I may need to write a story sometime about a writer who inadvertently starts a new dance craze called the Plot Twist.
Dogs twitch in their sleep sometimes. Cats extend their claws. I just had a demonstration of that by the cat who was sleeping in my lap.
I have been seeing ads on Facebook for a game called CLASH OF CLANS.
It makes me want to design a video game called CLASH OF CLAMS. Picture it: a sandy beach, and clams in competition with mussels, crabs, lobsters and starfish for ULTIMATE BEACH DOMINATION.