Some people are born to greatness while others have greatness thrust upon them. Neither of those describes me. I'm more of the hermit/crotchety/Pastafarian/mediocre type carbon life form. I keep living my life until I have wealth thrust upon me which will happen when I find that cached pirate’s booty that has been buried in the back forty. (Don’t ask me how, or why, pirates would bury their gold miles from the ocean and in the bush, they just did okay.)
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Writing Fool
Today, as predicted, the temperatures have plummeted and the windchill is making it somewhat bitter and cold out there. It happens to be my turn to be on the hot seat for my writers group next week and I have to make sure that my latest chapter is critique worthy. (Not that there is ever an issue with me not having enough shit to get critiqued about.) So the good thing about cold weather is that I don't feel much compulsion in sticking my butt too far out the door. Which means that I can afford to be a writing fool all the lib long day.
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