That Time of Year

No writing tonight. Get to it, Mucinex. Work that voodoo. I have to teach five hours tomorrow, and I need my voice. And I need sleep tonight, since that didn't work out so well yesterday.

At least there's tomorrow afternoon when I can get a run at writing. I want to rip the crap out of my godmother scheme and integrate troll and frost elf stuff.

Hack, cough.

Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.