Alright, so this week’s post is a carte blanche to brag about yourself – me! – and frankly that seems hard. So I’ll skip the officially blog business and get down to a fun and humorous account of the thing I’m proud of!
The greatest joke I ever told was when we got Houdini. He was six weeks old, a floppy white and brown mutt, the last in his litter to come up from the southern kill shelters, and unable to stand on his four, wobbly legs without going full spread starfish like Bambi on the ice.
If we spend all this time down the rabbit hole, how do we come up with any ideas for the blog?
Except this storm causes a problem. The drain sewers in the street are backing up and then they are shooting out, bubbling, gurgling fountains of rainwater gushing down from the sky and up from the ground.
I haven’t been everywhere, far from it, but I have seen enough of the world to know how much more I need to visit, how many places demand exploration and immersion. Below are just a few of the trips I have yet to take.
I have written 20,000 words in one day. I feel exhausted and invincible and intimidated of the editing stage, but proud. Writing – word count – this is where I shine.
Because I am a mad scientist writer with my hand in several pots all at the same time, I need to be organized. Really freaking organized.
Here are a few of my favorite ways to muck off, when I should be writing.
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