…by an errant twisty-tie. Yep. That’s pretty much the story of my life writ tiny. Also: my cat batted a brown marmorated stink bug around awhile back… and now my bedroom smells like rotten cilantro. SO FABULOUS.
So. Maybe I’m back in the saddle again with the writing? If that’s what this is. Random thoughts at the moment, clearly, but maybe it’ll morph into actual writing at some point. I need an outlet that isn’t my cat, and I refuse to crawl back to Facebook. NEVER AGAIN. So, maybe?