The infamous end-of-week-two strikes again. Ever since I got out of high school, I’ve found myself falling behind by the thirteenth of the month in NaNoWriMo. Goodness only knows why I should fall behind now that I have only fifteen hours of work a week, instead of a mandatory high-school attendance from 7-in-the-god-forsaken-morning until two-in-the-can’t-get-here-soon-enough-afternoon.… Continue reading Losing Ground on NaNoWriMo
Friday morning, an old friend of mine was killed in the crosswalk just down the street. Sarah Paulson and I met in the second grade, when I was seven years old and had just moved to a new school. I didn’t have any friends, but I still remember seeing her for the first time, a… Continue reading To the Strongest of the Brave Girls
I got together with an old friend last night, which is universally acknowledged as one of the best ways to spend an evening. We walked downtown and halfway to Bothell, running all over our small hometown to the library, the grocery, and the dollar store, because hey, why not? I found an ancient hardback copy… Continue reading Moonlight Rendevouz With the Gal Pal of my Dreams
AUDREY GREATHOUSE 