Drip drip drip

[jhetley]

Sunny, less windy, temperatures above freezing. That dripping sound is the roof ice melting -- so far, all the moisture seems to be remaining politely outside.

Words added to POWERS this morning. I slog ahead, applying ass to chair, in spite of the cosmic odds against this work ever seeing print. The almighty Sales Figures (all genuflect and cross themselves) have spoken, and They do not lie.

Writing is, was, and always will be addictive. At least it's cheap.

Comments

[nathelmi.livejournal.com]

I can apply ass to chair, but I cannot produce words these days. My ten quills lay silent.

You give yourself a chance at least. I stand and wait for a chance to spite time.

I'll be sure to read it, at least. Perhaps I can try to convince the Box of Delights down here to stock your books.

[jhetley.livejournal.com]

>I can apply ass to chair, but I cannot produce words these days.

Perhaps if you then apply fingers to keys (or pencil, whatever), you will progress further.

Type some words. They don't have to be the right words. You can replace them later. They're cheap.