As Trip said, everybody’s linked to this, but so will I: Ghost Town. Photoessay by a Russian (Ukranian? Her address is in the Ukraine) motocyclist whose favorite place to ride is through the Chernobyl wastelands. It’s quite powerful.
*snort*
I don’t like being condescended to. -.- Which reminds me that I rewrote a sentence this morning and it ended with ‘of’ and I was obliged to type, ‘bastard!’ after it, which is funny if you’re me. :) But then I rewrote the sentence again so it ended with neither ‘of’ nor ‘bastard’. :) Went to the chiro last night and got my back popped. It was crunchy to the point of being humorous. I think the only vertebrae in my entire spine that didn’t pop were in my neck,…
new jim byrnes!
New Jim Byrnes album! I am weak, and I have purchased it. Along with the bags below. I have spent my allowance for the week. Oops. Well, ok, the bags are an MKP purchase so they’re a writeoff, but still. Oops. :)
oooOOOOoooo
OoooOOoooo! I think I shall order these as manuscript disposal units! *beam* Thanks, Tracie!
words, but they don’t count
Wrote 1100 words this morning, but they were political mechanation stuff and really nothing at *all* like fiction, so I can’t count them. Must rewrite ch. 3 of HoS tonight; that will count. Also finished rewriting ch. 2 last night, so that’s good. I really must loosen up my POV on TQB, because there’s a lot of good stuff going on that’s beyond Belinda’s immediate scope, and I think the reader needs to know about it even if she doesn’t. It’s hard to break out of this very tight 3rd…