Things always go wrong with cooking. And as soon as something goes wrong, your timing goes straight to hell.
That's the beauty of NaNoWriMo: your job is to write.
I feel this vague unease while contemplating the day before me: I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.
Elena's really a lousy soldier. I love her with all my heart, but she should've been a freighter jock instead.
It makes me wonder what folks from Nova Scotia think when they come this direction. I expect we seem kind of snappy and insular.
A positive attitude doesn't rescue you once you've gone over that cliff. At some point, you're dropping, and it's just a matter of what you hit when you get to the bottom.
You don't have to be a parent to remember that pain and mistakes are a critical part of growing up,