Well, the good news is Nog solved the riddle to his rhyme and has been humming a little ‘Pirates of Penzance’ tune all afternoon. The not-so-good news is I managed to squeak out 808 words after dinner (and a day at the office) but have to quit now and prepare for my day job.
Better than zip, but I hated to leave so close to Cindy’s big birthday bash. She’s got a gun and a raging case of PMS. Will the Fairy God Squad get there in time? And what will they be driving?
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A psychic once told me that in a past life my writing so inspired a politician he took steps to have my head removed. This time around, I’ve tried to remember, with varying degrees of success, that diplomacy is the better part of valor, a little inaccuracy can save tons of explanation and, when all else fails, the best option may well be to tell the truth and run.
I wrote my first memoir when I was six and am currently working on a fantasy spoof. Although I have never met my fairy godmother — nor a common garden gnome, for that matter — once, while weeding in my garden, I fought a dragon that was impersonating a wild raspberry bush.
