Rainy days are usually the days that I get some of my best writing done. I don’t like being wet unless I’m swimming or soaking in a bubble bath, so I tend to avoid the outdoors when the skies are grey and weepy in favor of some guilt-free hours with my manuscript. There’s just something about the soothing sound of the pattering raindrops on the roof that brings out my creativity. But it’s been raining at my house for three days straight now, and I’ve barely written anything because of this: Continue reading
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My mom just sent me the best Christmas ornament any writer could ask for:
Thanks, Mom! You know me so well.