Well Al, the bad little dog, has been taken from its wicked stepmother and now is romping happily in the home of a loving elderly gent who looks like Santa with a bad hangover. Santa’s eyes are sparkling happy blue. Al is now named Rusty.
Two terrific story ideas this morning. But missed all May 31st deadlines for submissions of what already was written. I suspect sabotage.
Signed on in my online course last night. Pressure’s off since the grade doesn’t mean anything to me anyway. Don’t really care to do any more than pass it.
Gotta read, gotta write, gotta figure out a motherboard.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology