*This is an exercise in creative nonfiction*
On the day my grandmother died, there appeared a black cat, darting to and fro among the fall leaves without regard for the life extinguished just inside. My brother sat on the ground, picking at his cuticles, lost in his own thoughts, his hat pulled low over his eyes The cat made its way to him, roping around his crossed legs, its meow...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The Power of Radio & NaNoWriMo
An enormous thank you to Cocktails with Patrick for pimping my blog yesterday. My lil' ole blog got close to three hundred hits in the span of three hours! To those of you who visited yesterday, I hope that you enjoyed reading!
NaNoWriMo is fully underway (if you don't know what...
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