I spent Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday working on three different but essentially the same projects. I should have gotten all three done in one day, but my mom broke her arm last week and I've been in various medical buildings with her at appointments and things.
“Hello, princess.” She turned and gasped. “Silvanus! What are you doing here?” “Your sister has been wearing herself out with this wedding. I came up here to get some ingredients I can’t find around the castle to make a tonic for her.” “Oh.” Why had her heart leaped like that? It would always be Vanessa with him.
Copied from several. Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.Dawn was just starting to come up when I rolled over and saw him getting dressed
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It seems like a few years ago, there was a knitting thing someone did instead of nanowrimo. I think I may want to do that.
I have a very funny story summary, but it's completely unworkable for several reasons, not the least of which is that it's about real people and events.