Quick Announcement for Our Communal Table
I’m working on my novel and have come to realize, after I glimpsed my spirited reflection in the window, that I go full Method acting when it comes to crafting my characters.
I’m working on my novel and have come to realize, after I glimpsed my spirited reflection in the window, that I go full Method acting when it comes to crafting my characters.
Static cracked between the two big sort of metal pole things with a bauble on top, sort of like a butterfly net for lightning I think.
Have you ever considered capitalization? NO. i mean
Thus my look is doing double duty tonight, I want it to look subtle, yet regicidal– REGAL. Regal is what I did mean.
I am not famous, and my publisher is small, so I didn’t expect the likes of Bernie Madoff or Elizabeth Holmes to come calling.
Remember, it’s not getting an answer as much as creating an experience—not may they pass, but also should they?
Money? Money? Money? Excuse me. Money? Money? Money? You. Give. Now. Money. Me.
But let me be clear: your hesitation to place a single mark on any of my acid-free, silk-finish pages is one hundred percent correct.
A New Ache: Jonah awoke one morning to find his feet had been possessed.
Dog Allergy: She has a dog and he is allergic to dogs.
Not to worry, toots. Pull my string, turn me on, and I’ll get you through the night.
That’s all his bio needs. He is Jackson Pfeiffer, teller of stories. Our raconteur. Our scribe. Our Jackson.