Archive | December 26, 2018

Funerary Rites 35: Pizza?

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A short nap and a long shower in – in her  new shower – found Senga unwilling to stop cuddling Erramun.  

Which was, she supposed, kind of ridiculous.  She had things to do. She had places to be.

She had a man who was amazing in bed, who could handle what she did, who had a mind.

Maybe that’s why Great-Aunt Mirabella had done this.

And maybe pigs flew. Continue reading

Livewriting Day

Good morning!
I am going to attempt to write 10,000 words today, and you are welcome to watch!

Check it out here https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rE9G3Pm5Jr12qfsEZ0b90NUlZUO-4BQ3tjmLYNQ2pm8/edit?usp=sharing