Guess who needed some additional motivation for picking up slack on her science fantasy/speculative fiction story today?
Warning: incoming crap exploratory writing.
As I woke one morning from uneasy dreams I discovered a cricket nibbling on my limp left hand. No blood had been drawn, but a fiery line of ruptured skin ran from mid-palm to my middle finger.
Gather ’round and I’ll tell you the tale of some weird crap that went down in a library at 11 AM.