Okay! Grocery shopping’s done, banking’s done. Time to get outside and write like a boat was sinking under me.
I reckon I’ve got two months, at most, to finish writing The Witch Box. It’s not so much fun trying to do that when it’s so cold, the ink won’t flow from the pen; but you can’t go indoors because it’s so blamed hard to concentrate when you’re getting nuisance robo-calls every ten minutes.
Gee–see that pen in the picture? I’ve got one just exactly like it. But you can tell it isn’t me up there because my thrifty soul would violently recoil from wasting so much paper.
I’m not going to stop blogging, but I’ll need your help, O reader, in bringing up interesting topics and starting conversations.
Well, as the feller once said, “Shut up and write!”