So it’s off for a whole four days to get an insane amount of writing done. I want to finish current WIP and start a new one. So either I’ll write a ton of blogs, or none at all, or be scattered, depending on how long I procrastinate each morning.
You cannot put a fire out;
A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
Upon the slowest night.
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer, --
Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.
Oh ... and want to listen to Neil Gaiman read his story, Harlequin Valentine from Telling Tales? Go here.
What are your plans for the weekend?