The Game Plan

I have about 30 hours left until the start time of the 3-Day Novel Contest. At the moment, it’s breathing down my neck and its breath smells like last week’s grilled asparagus. I know the contest is one of those monumental tasks that seem insurmountable on the outside, but I’ll be well into the flow…

Locked In

Against the laws of time and space, and also against my better judgement, I signed up to write the 3-Day novel contest over the Labour Day long weekend. The fledgling idea that struck me in the alley behind the dollhouse last week has sprouted enough feathers that I think I can coax the darn thing…