It was another cold, dark, and howling night in Little Twig, Montana. No longer below zero, the wind had picked up again and slapped Daphne in the butt as she literally blew into the saloon. 832 more words
This post is taken from novelist's Ang. MacDonald's Blog. It's her take on our quirky writer's group. For the writers in the audience, it's my feeling one would do your craft well if you could find such an eclectic circle to join.