I was dying to mention my new blog to my awesome writing class today, but . . .
It was as if they could read my mind!!
Yikes . . . I wish I’d done some cleaning in there first . . .
Uh oh …
As if the whole going-back-to-college-to-be-a-writer thing hasn’t already spawned enough empty pages to feed — with memoir and poetry new squatters on my list of Things I Now Do — I discovered yet another wily critter sneaking into my fridge at night snarfing up my hoard of dark chocolate . . .
The Blog. ~cue scary sound of a sneezing wombat~
Please help me keep an eye on this space — 4 out of 5 soused veterinarians only know what might happen here . . .
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