Things I’d rather do instead of “killing my darlings”
I was a word lumberjack all day, hacking and slashing and cutting down chapters of my dissertation to squeeze my carefully sculpted …
Thursday 13: End of Summer snapshot
Cheeks puffed out, lips pursed, I grumped at Mr. T. (Yes, “grumped” is a verb in our house.) “One too many biscuits,” …