The Illiterati isn’t big on rules, but we do have one: if you don’t have a piece to bring to the meeting, you can’t attend. Harsh? Maybe, but it’s effective. There’s always that extra incentive to pull something out and just get ‘er done. I have never missed a meeting because I didn’t have anything to contribute. Until last night.
Wait, what? I had to contact the lair of rabid wombats and say that I didn’t have anything to read! How can this be? It was a bit shaming, I’ll be honest. But I’ve been working hard on getting things prepped for NaNoWriMo. I’ve been tearing through Shock Totem’s slush like a demon. I’ve been catching up on all of that “I’ll do it later” work, because quite frankly, “later” won’t be until December if I don’t do it now. Although I sat at home instead of throwing myself headfirst into the Interdimensional Wormhole, it was still a good thing. And next week I’ll be back with a vengeance.
We’re carving pumpkins. My husband is the best pumpkin carver that I have ever seen, and I am DELIGHTED to post a picture of his newest creation when it’s finished! As soon as you see it, you’ll know why.
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