Beer and corn nuts perfume my outfit.
“Another round, Babe,” they call. My matte lipstick smiles. That’s not my name.
A skeever grabs my ass; I nod to Henry. The bounce height is proportionate.
At home, I scrub my face and tuck into Differential Equations.
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief, and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
authors inspirations
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Pen to paper
Yes! Nicely done!
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Thanks bunches 🙂
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Ha, didn’t expect to encounter Differential Equations again, especially in this manner! 😀
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Heh heh. When I asked the character what she wanted to read, I was like…uh…how do you spell that?
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Yas! I’m loving your heroine!
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Read this again. “The bounce height is proportionate” ha! Brilliant!
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hah. I thought it was pretty punny 🙂
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I do love me a good pun! This was such an elegant one 🙂
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