The last thing I wrote was my grocery list. I didn't want to resort to posting that, so I opened up the WIP for the first time in a couple weeks and dabbled for a bit. This is the first sentence:
God, how many tortured souls do I have to deal with before I get a freaking break?
A man in Houston's airport Friday was overheard saying: "So you're the guy with my underwear!"
A reminder about the Well I Never Blogfest December 1st. Just post a line or two about something you've never done, never thought you would do or just don't understand.
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