I wish I could have worked in a Guy Fawkes joke today, but alas, it's only September in my novel.
First sentence: “Do you think you can guide us to a table, then?” Clara asked.
Last sentence: “Do we have a first aid kit?” she asked without even bothering to say hello.
Today's word count: 464
Total word count: 5897
The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
What are we talking about today?
I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.
This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.
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