In Which I Make the First of Many Apologies

Sorry guys, I seem to be having a mixture of writer's block and laziness- something you will never want anywhere near you. I wanted to post something though, without just posting, 'I have nothing to post, bye.' But I'm not sure what to put, so this is going to be making it up as I go, mostly. I figure I'll do some random things.

Warning: This blog post contains Ominous Rain saying what's on her mind...

POP QUIZ: Where is your towel? Name three ways it could come in handy in this very moment.

If you did this, you are one hippy frood.

If you didn't and have lost your towel, well, it's your own life you are risking.

Next!

MUSTACHE.

Next.

N.D. Wilson is epic. He has been my favorite author for a pretty long time. His writing is as magical as a seventh son, and I'm planning a trip to Kansas every time I reread the 100 Cupboard series. He also has a new series called Ashtown Burials, and I am painfully waiting for the second book to be released (I believe) this December. Also, he's got some encouraging ideas about the world in general. That fantasy and magic exist in this world; we just aren't looking at the world in the right way. Anyway, he's brilliant and I respect him greatly.


Ummm...so yeah, let's see

Mustaches- check.
References- check.
Obsessive Rant- check.
Puns-

That's what this post is missing. Okay, hold on.


Where should a novelist never live? In a one-story house.  


There. It's a pretty bad one.