(Written last night, typed up today) I just marched down to Hot Lips Pizza on Killingsworth. It’s little less than a mile from my house, and it’s the farthest I’ve walked in weeks. I’ve certainly gotten used to riding a bike again. Its been a long hot day though, and after hiding in my room… Continue reading Hot Lips Soda After a Hot Long Day
Ah, home sweet home. It’s nice to have the feeling that you are where you belong and in a safe, warm bed every night… UNTIL YOU HAVE TO LEAVE FOR CALIFORNIA TOMORROW. I was really looking forward to settling down and getting some good writing done in the final days of Camp NaNoWriMo, but it… Continue reading Home Sweet – QUICK PACK YOUR THINGS
It’s official, I’m a Seattle-based author again. My birthday was last Thursday, and since I already had a little celebration planned, I rolled a going-away-party into it and then took off the next morning with my Dad, who graciously offered to come pick me up from Stanford and help me move. He’d been meaning to… Continue reading Break-Ups, Seattle, and Revisions
I am thankful for characters who take time out of being imaginary to talk to me. I’m thankful I know more exciting words for dialogue than “said,” and that I don’t feel compelled to constantly use them. I’m thankful I’m only 6,834 words behind on NaNoWriMo and have every hope of winning. I’m glad I… Continue reading A Writer’s Thanksgiving
I have always, always, always been a milk chocolate girl. Put me in a room with dark chocolate and milk chocolate and it’s not even a competition. Occasionally, I’d throw a little white chocolate in there to mix it up and feel ritzy, but that’s it. So naturally it’s weird dating a man who’s a… Continue reading Chocolate Conversions
You might have seen last week that I lost my old friend, Sarah to a hit and run driving accident. I haven’t been blogging much lately for the same reason that I haven’t been doing much school, writing, or anything else. It’s hard to recover from something like that, and unfortunately, Sarah wasn’t the only… Continue reading Pre-Mortem Poem
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 