You know how writers sometimes beat ourselves up about not having achieved enough? It’s a pretty regular occurrence, so I thought rather than pitching headlong into the depths of despair over this, I might try a little exercise to help myself not do that this year. Continue reading “January Reads”
Book Seven is begun! So far I think it’s pitched more at the 10 end of the 8-10 spectrum, but we’ll see how it unfolds.
It was a beautiful starry morning, but Chris didn’t know that because when he woke up he was in a house with no skylight, and anyway there was a cat on his head.
“Urmph,” he said.
“Mrau?” the cat replied, carelessly flicking its tail. Evidently it didn’t think there was anything unusual about going to sleep on someone’s head.
Continue reading “There Are No Cats In America”
12 Books in 12 Months 