It’s hot. I can’t write. I can’t sleep. Family having a bad, bad day.
So, in honor of all that, and because I have been reblogged today, myself, I reblogged someone else. Someone who cheered me up, at least for a while. All because she can’t write sometimes, either — and because she, too, has already alphabetized her spice rack. Click to read Libba Bray’s On Writing Despair. Or just scroll down.