Food, Mainly. Also, The Writer’s Test of OK-ness.
Good day, my fine friends. This morning finds me full of hope that you woke alert and pain free at a decent hour. I was in bed by eleven and since I forgot to buy wine the new year arrived in a very small, slumberish kind of way. Yesterday, despite my good intentions, I never had enough free minutes to write to you. I’m sure you survived, and that is my consolation for failure. I spent most of the day working on a story I wanted to get off to a contest before the deadline.… Read more Food, Mainly. Also, The Writer’s Test of OK-ness. →