I live just a stone’s throw away from Procrastination Swamp. It’s a nice little house, the latest in emo-morphic design, so it’s a vine-covered cottage, sun-drenched villa, stark, brooding castle or whatever else best suits my mood on a given day. 857 more words
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Hello again. Are you getting used to having daily posts by me again? No? I can’t say that I am either.
It’s day 3 of the July edition of Camp NaNoWriMo and so far my progress looks golden. 488 more words
Writing is not easy. Anyone who has had to write anything will tell you that. It doesn’t matter if it’s an essay, or a short story, or a novel, or even an email. 570 more words
The following day was hot and humid from the previous afternoon of summer showers. Keene rubbed a hand through his head, could feel his fur was so coarse and tousled that he jumped out of bed (where he landed with a thud because he didn’t get a new crate) and grabbed the pail from the bathroom, heading to the river before even grabbing breakfast. 1,647 more words