Random

Life is spinning out of control lately. I hate when it does that.

It's been my experience that March usually comes in like a lamb and exits with a roar. I'm not looking forward to that.

I've a 70,000 word story that won't come together, no matter how hard I try to beat it into submission. And why in god's name did I think I could write a sci-fi love story to begin with? Really. A science fiction love story. Yeah. Maybe if I set it in rural New England I'll have better luck?

Anyway. That's what's on my mind.