We call some places “waste” ground, or “unused”, but those are misnomers indeed. Life bursts out every-dang-where. This particular thorny weedling is taking advantage of ...
Yesterday was…whew. Last-minute scrambles, good news, some things which might be bad news, a novella coming back from the dead and jumping into the work ...
Got barely 200 words yesterday despite extensive effort; I have since realized an upcoming character death is knocking me sideways. I don’t want to write ...
Boxnoggin was very interested in following scent-trails all through the backyard this morning, which meant my dumb uncaffeinated ass was dragged behind him the entire ...
An atmospheric event brought sodden grass, rain-freighted boughs, and blossoms starred with clear, evanescent jewels. Now we’re in a tranche of hot, dry days, yet ...