Yjrtrd s storm coming today and all the colours are out as are all the possibilities
Come closer I’ll tell you what’s up
Just got back from a walk I still had my gloves on at first, and my hat is still on.
It’s snowing sideways already and Daisy – did I mention she’s a storm-whisperer? – has her head under my chair and she’s quivering like the Grinch’s little dog.
This isn’t a real post. I’m not sending out a click email or anything this is just for those of you who loiter, stop by looking for twisty run-on sentences to pass the time.
You won’t find a laugh here today but maybe some residual happiness I hope
Sleepy-headed I checked Dundurn again this morning so early it was still dark and the submission window is open wide so I put together a letter and went for a walk and now it’s snowing and I am sending them The Beatniks Next Door, two or three from which I posted here, so you know what I mean, right, you know why I’m excited.
And on the walk, which I do for Daisy, yes, but I also do it for me on account of those endorphins which convince me everything I write is worthy so I decided to add a bit about Clutterbucks and maybe I’ll send the first bit, too, because you can’t just say something’s funny it’s like saying somebody’s nice, you know, it’s subjective and annoying.
I told you about The Shrinks Next Door already but what I didn’t say is how nicely dark it’s coming along, how gorgeous it is to write as the slightly unhinged eavesdropper who lives on the other side of the wall.
