Anybody get a twitch reading the title of this post? Good, mission accomplished.
Not too much going on around here. It’s still cold. The grass is still covered with white stuff.
I gave blood today. It’s always good to bleed, I think. It means you still have blood inside of you to give, which I consider a plus. I developed a nose-bleed right before I donated, so I was just giving the stuff away today.
I have, though a writing critique group partner, hooked up with a fellow writer who is also working on a dystopian story like I am. But her story is really good, yo. I’m just hoping some of that good writing will wear off on me. At the least, just thinking about my story will help me.
And knowing is half the battle!