In came a fiddler with a music-book, and went up to the lofty desk, and made an orchestra of it, and tuned like fifty stomach-aches. ~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
A Sampler from Writing Wranglers and Warriors
Written by M. K. Waller (and others)
That’s how late I am in getting this post online.
That’s how late I am in writing this post I’m late in getting online.
Instead of belaboring the point, I’m going to do something I should do more often–remind you of some fine posts I didn’t write that deserve another look.
Here are seven–click on the title links to read. And there are more where these came from:
by Mike Staton
Please forgive me. I’m so embarrassed. I just don’t know if I can actually write this post. I’ll do my very best. You see I have this peculiar fascination with ears – not with any old ears. Elf ears… the long pointed ones that project out from the heads of lady elves.
My admission is not something that makes me proud. I’d rather have a fascination with…
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