That is a bit eerie. Actually, the laundry room in this building is quite eerie. 11 floors in this building and only 5...count them...FIVE washing machines. What the freakin' hell?
It's been shitting rain all day -- I sat in a cafe this morning and read Murakami, met a friend for coffee, then came home to stare at the screen for a while. I've been writing, but only in drabs and bursts. Way it goes. But I have an idea for a project for next month.
Well, since I've been doing the novel this month, I'm going to do twenty short-short stories next month, of various genres and styles. I figure twenty will give me a good number and time to edit them after the fact, package them as something maybe.
Well right now Im sketching characters for a story idea I have. Im rather crap at writting so I do what I do best in hopes that it'll improve my story.
