Jotting Down Notes During the Apocalypse

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Stop hectoring me!

Writing Advice: What Is Going On?! Is There A Sign On My Back?

Today has been a Rube Goldberg machine of suck. For instance, I’ve had terrible heartburn all day, so it’s off to a roaring start.

I went into the bathroom to get some Tums. Mmmmm! Chalk! As I was putting the berry-flavored talcum pills away, I slammed my finger in the drawer. I cried out. This set off the parrot, who came screeching and flapping around the corner.

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