Novembering

This is the twenty-fifth and lost post for November.

After ditching my main blog’s comment section, je regret nothing.

I’m just beginning to burn out.

From the German.

I dug up six opening passages that led nowhere and tried arranging them as a sequence.

There’s something I’ve noticed this month: I feel guilty about writing anything under a certain length.

On losing my voice I assume that when you dipped me in the Styx your hands must have been round my throat.

Why won’t the CW let its leads be anything but straight?

Someone less televisually addicted than I am asked which series or films I’d recommend. I came up with five suggestions.

How many posts can I put up in eight hours?