Writer. Dreamer.
Writer. Dreamer.
You sure it’s December? Because it was in the upper 40’s (Fahrenheit) this week. In Minnesota. After Thanksgiving. To give you an idea, the average temps this time of year are around freezing. Usually snow doesn’t stick around until after…
In case you were wondering (okay, you weren’t wondering, but I’ll tell you anyway), I’m keeping up with my NaNoWriMo quotas. I’m actually a little ahead, so I’ve got a bit of a cushion. No thanks to my Muse. Boy,…
BAM! A brand new, never-before-imagined idea blasts through my brain. Oh. My. Gawd. Seriously? Is this real? My Muse straightens to his full six foot-two height. If he leans forward, I think our foreheads would collide. “You have a problem…