So I have a few succulents that I keep at work. They're doing surprisingly well there; like most plants, I expected them to die on my within a few months, but they're actually getting pretty big. This one, which I'm pretty sure is called a Black Prince, is by far getting the biggest. When I... Continue Reading →
With it being mid-July, summer is probably about half over where I live. Needless to say, that was a disappointing realization. Luckily, there are summer-themed books like T.K. Rapp's Summer Bucket List to make up for it. If today's excerpt is any indication, this will be the perfect one to read on a hot, lazy... Continue Reading →
It's taken a long time, but I finally—FINALLY—have a couple of tomatoes showing up on my tomato plant. They're little yet, but they're actually growing pretty quickly. It shouldn't be too much longer before one of them fits in the palm of my hand. I also found out what the odd looking buds on my... Continue Reading →
Anticipation is such an important part of a novel. It keeps us readers turning pages, our stomachs in knots, and every muscle tense as we wait to find out what happens next. And today's excerpt, from On a City Street, by Pat Wahler, is absolutely dripping with it. I could write more in this little... Continue Reading →
Up until last weekend, I hadn't baked in, oh, three months, maybe? I don't know why I stayed away from it for so long; maybe it was a lack of time, maybe it was the same burn-out that affected my writing, or maybe it was something else entirely. Regardless, I dove back into it over... Continue Reading →
Miranda Burski 