Reread the Tatooed Potato and Other Clues, which I have not read in nearly 30 years. It holds up.
Lovely. No Westing Game mind you, but still quite lovely.
Who has a kid in SF I can loan this too. Such a wonderful book. It is the reason I first wanted to be come an artist.

Ok, have to get some writing in today, though no idea on what subject ( Read more... )

Ok, so not doing the best at writing every day, but a few pieces down at least ( Read more... )

I broke the car traveling over the 40 into Nevada ( Read more... )

Looks like I forgot to write for almost an entire week ( Read more... )

I made my hat out of candy canes ( Read more... )

It's almost too late now. All the others have gone off to their huts, paired up, singly, in groups. I'm alone here by the fire while the remnants of the witches cat burns, bigger than my house, in the fit pit in the center of our village underneath the brambleberry bush ( Read more... )

Eh, didn't like that last one too much, but at least it's something. That makes 5 days down.
A.

She was still wearing her pajamas. They had pictures of the little blue bears from the Orion zoo, which is where she bought them. Pajamas, pink with little blue bears, heavy lather work books, goggles and driving gloves, and laughed at herself until she realized she hadn't grabbed anything else to change into when she got to the base ( Read more... )

There was a man in the moon ( Read more... )