Crepe myrtles are trees that flower in late summer. Sorry if you already know that. I don’t like to assume people don’t know things, but if you don’t and I don’t say, then this story won’t make much sense. Besides, it’s a huge understatement. Saying crepe myrtles are trees that flower is like saying cats…
When I started writing this novel, I made myself a deal that I would keep going until I got a rejection from a publisher. I was not allowed to give up before that…
(Yeah, I knit. What of it.) I was absolutely certain from the noise. It was like one of those radio noise-guessing shows where they play a sound and I call up and say ‘that noise was definitely a large branch from a gum tree cracking and breaking away from the main trunk and then crashing…
The best thing about this procrasti-project is in reality when I finished the knitting part it turned out the fit was dreadful so I get to frog it and knit it a WHOLE SECOND TIME.
I have been very absorbed in my art lately. But I am seeking balance, and hope to get back to making little comics and stories for this website a little more frequently again.
Your mileage may vary with toddler attention span, toddler mood, availability of paper-wrapped rolls (highly recommended for this trick), presence of guests in the house, and novelty of this trick to the toddler.
I did not think I was the sort of person to give their boobs nicknames until I breastfed, but then each of them developed its own personality quirks and method of trying to kill me or my baby.