Cello, Locks, And Civet Rump

I don’t care how “less acidic” it’s supposed to be, I’m not drinking coffee that came through a civet’s rump. Oh. Hi. Good morning. I had a fab weekend–for one thing, I visited the Ballard Farmer’s Market and ran across Adam Hurst quite by chance. I’ve been a fan of his for years now, ever […]

It’s Pick My Brain Time!

It’s time for a Friday post. But this Friday, I’m going to do something a little different. From now until teatime–4pm PST here at Casa Saintcrow–I’ll be checking in over at the Deadline Dames regularly and answering your questions about writing in the comments. I figure most of you have listened to me pontificate for […]