Trying to get in touch with my dark side today but Susie Giggles just keeps popping up. That’s better than Old Lady Gibb, however, since that’s who’s been hogging the creative floor in these cold and lonely winter days.
Today is sort of spring-y again; the January thaw that tickles muscles into a smile. As I say, better than the jowls of doom but I want to find a combination of light mood on dark subject matter that will get me running again down some hypertext paths. Which is where I write lately. Which is lotsa fun. But skipping and flying are two different means of moving and slithering is what I need to do first.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology