The Author Game AKA Goopy Cheese in a World without Music
Holy cow. It’s DECEMBER? Where the hell did this year go? Hang on.
writers
Hot cars, Hawaii, handless authors and fish wraps. We’ve got it all today.
Hello there! It’s another Wednesday and since this is NANOWRIMO month, I am writing this well ahead of time and setting up the little scheduler to work while I sleep,
It’s a hot, hot, Wednesday when the mysterious Alexi Lawless stops by.
There are some writers that you never really know. They hide behind their characters, they change their names,
She’s smart. She might be toxic. She knows her Big Bang Theory.
And she’s definitely an author you should be reading. Heck, you’ve got like sixteen books to chose from.
NANOWRIMO is my bitch
November used to be about shoes. I refused to do this whole… write a ton of goop and call it a story and then cheat at the last minute and copy and paste weird recipes and love letters so you can make 50k words and get a pretend trophy or a T-shirt.
Oh, CANADA. We want to kiss your Prime Minister and do some of the less dangerous stuff with this broad.
It’s Wednesday and all is well in the ‘hood. Just another day of type, type,
Killer Nashville AKA the place where Dawn broke her wrist
So, it’s that time of the year again. Crime writers of all sorts will convene in a hotel and plot the end of someone’s life.
The Pocket Wife pays us a visit in a speedy Miata, or was that an old van?
I’m going to tell you a story as I remember it. It might not be as it truly was,
It’s Wednesday and things are going swimmingly. Insert mermaid joke here.
It’s Wednesday and that can only mean one thing. It’s time to play the Author Game.