I logged in to post the newest blog and realized that I hadn’t posted the last blog. Blame it on the zen. Blame it on a thundering inability to function in the evenings. So, I posted, passed out, and here I am not trying to fumble my way through another night blog.
Every peck a miracle.
- I am realizing how often writers tend to sacrifice facts for good writing. When watching an episode of Lethal Weapon they did some things with airplanes that didn’t make any sense. Still, it made for a fun story. Such is a writer’s life. Well, a cheap and lazy writer’s life…