Still alive and kicking. This week has been packed full of critique preparation, finishing a novella, outlining another novella and writing a couple of scenes for it.
My house is kind of a mess.
Then last night, this strange FRUMP looked back at me from the mirror.
There was screaming.
I’m not sure how this stranger got into my house but she simply can’t stay if she’s going to hurt my family’s eyes.
So today, I’m giving her a desperately needed make-over. There may be a ritual frump shirt burning…