I can’t say I feel much like dancing today. Everyone take care of yourselves this weekend, and stay safe if you’re participating in any of the protests. I’ll be holing up all day Saturday to write and then going out for brunch on Sunday because brunch is still a shining light in this dark world.
(I’m bumping this up today for anyone who needs a place to talk while they’re either avoiding or enduring other things.)
Revisit a fun moment from the past eight years.
Via a website that I won’t be visiting for a while
Here’s the link to last week’s post. I have been writing–very slowly–and I’m still making my lists. My Twitter abstinence has been less successful.
This week, I have one goal: completely block out the outside world (…you know, since it seems like a good time) as much as I can and grind out 20,000 words. I’ve been stuck for so long that I think I need to do a full on, panic-mode, college all nighter-esque writing binge. It probably won’t work, but I’m going to try.
Mine was boring and normal until I got home and found a package from our very own Flanny! I had completely forgotten that I’d won the Month of Scares scavenger hunt, so that was a delightful surprise. She sent me some delicious candy (already gone, whoops) and stationary that’s so pretty I’m not sure I’ll be able to use any and have to send it away. Thank you, Flaniel! Other than that it was just rainy and cold and gross.
I haven’t been watching anything new, other than my usual spate of shows. Hopefully you all have had a more interesting TV experience this long weekend.