Category: nanowrimo

• November 14, 2017

  How many words for cold?

  Actual mother fucking icicles hanging off my college library roof. I hate the cold. I spent part of my childhood in the blissful, baking, dry…

• November 3, 2017

  A stumbling start

  A super quick post cause the dog and I are waiting in the truck together for the kid to finish his swim lessons. Behold, hear…