Soon after suspecting our apartment was haunted, this shows up parked on the street below us.
Run far away
No. Don’t run. Bake an apple pie and make a salad. Chill all the beer in the house. Put on your sexiest clothes and MAKE US PROUD.
OKAY GUYS SO I JUST WENT OUT TO BUY GLUE FOR A MEDIA PROJECT I HAVE TO DO AND I SAW THE MOST ADORABLE FUCKING HALLOWEEN SHIRT EVER
AND THEN I FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS
STOP REBLOGGING THIS
THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED
I NEED THIS SHIRT
Up early today. Coffee, my laptop. Twenty pages left in this manuscript draft. I spent most of yesterday wrestling with a new scene that had to go in, and I think the rest is just word tinkering.
*Cracks knuckles* Let’s do this. Third draft will be complete today.
Who wants to read a poorly-researched romance novel about Russian rock music?