Why? Why? Why?
I love my graham crackers and all, but when food is medicine, it's just not as fun to eat, particularly when you're up feeling woozy past your bedtime.
I would like to magically be able to tell my body to stop eating my pancreas.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Halfway through Black Desert. It's at about 45,000 words, that point at which, which you print it out, it almost feels like you're writing a real book.
Repeat after me:
Draft by October! Draft by October!