The bends are sharp, the canyons are dark, and we can't see what's up ahead.
I've been promising this one for a while.
To be honest, I only watched THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE because I thought my kid would like it.
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.
Maybe we don't need a feel-good movie about the first person walking on the moon. But I'm not sure we needed such a melancholy one.
I feel this vague unease while contemplating the day before me: I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.