Doing NaNoWriMo in 2020
I decide that since I was already not going to do a classic NaNo, I might as well break some other rules.
I decide that since I was already not going to do a classic NaNo, I might as well break some other rules.
You can do shorthand and reductive stereotypes for fans of a lot of modern rock bands of the late 1990s or 2000s, but what is a Foo Fighters fan?
In “No Heaven,” my words are basically a prayer and a wake-up call. I want to dedicate my healing to the healing of others whenever possible.
The unheard deserve hearing, the unsafe deserve safety, the forgotten deserve our imagination.
“Wanna see the view from my deer blind, Ms. Boersma? I actually get pretty good Wi-Fi out here.”
But at least I know if an acceptance mailed to an offeror is binding even if the offeror has already sent a revocation that the offeree hasn’t yet received (it is)!
These rhythms meld, harmonize, bring forth anew.
Those on the Mexican side of the border sing the request while those on the U.S. side respond with rejection, a miniature drama of national proceedings.
It is remarkably easy to forget the fullness of story in each chicken breast.
Even when there’s a murderer in the doorway, teenage problems are still problems.