When you willingly stay longer at work because the wi-fi hasn’t been hooked up at your new house yet.
When my quota is 2,400 words and I’m checking the counter at 322. Not a good sign.
I decided to give up wine for Lent this year. I’m drinking bourbon instead.
If I’m gonna be alone, let it be with you.
Only a great storyteller can make readers so invested and completely swept away that grammar and punctuation mistakes don’t even register.
Know what’s worse than having your winter gear completely inaccessible in storage? Worse than when the “warm” state you moved to turned traitor and dropped into the low thirties with freezing ice?
It’s having every single book you own in storage. Inaccessible.
It’s been almost six months since I’ve gazed upon my preciouses. Stroked their spines. Smelled their booky goodness. Felt their wonderous silky pages underneath my fingertips. Read them.
Wah!!!! I want my books!!!