Once upon a time a girl decided to keep a journal of her adventures in writing (and elsewhere) in an attempt to stay on task, rally with other artists, and remember the sublime in everyday life.
A happy ending would be nice, but amusing failures will also be accepted.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
This is what it looks like when the sun sets at my parents' house in winter.
Santa Claus is in the room with me right now. He just stuffed my stocking and told me it's time for all good little girls to be in bed. Even though I'm grown up, I'm going to listen.
Earlier today, he rode by our house on a fire truck. The dogs freaked out.