We writers live pretty solitary lives. The upside is that we rarely have to put on actual pants (as defined by zippers & buttons rather than elastic & drawstrings). We also get to spend a lot of time having imaginary conversations with fictional people, which is awesome, because *revisions*. I’ve heard there are people who can
Fun Fact: My house & I are approximately the same age. Not-So-Fun fact: We seem to be falling apart in unison. Now I used to be a ridiculously healthy person. My dental hygenist cooed compliments about my well-flossed teeth. I could have digested steel wool. (Probably.) I didn’t even stock aspirin because I never used
They say there are two things you never want to see being made — laws and sausage. I would respectfully request that we add books to the list. And why? Because we writers are shameless thieves. We’d rather you didn’t know that, though. We’d rather you just believed in the magic of our imaginations. The sad truth
