I have words, but first another string of photos.

I went to throw an empty bottle of Splenda sweetened Light Hawaiian Punch on top of the washing machine, because, naturally, that's where I throw all unsightly things that are too big for our garbage benches and that I'm too lazy to walk to the trash compactor for until it accumulates into a garbage carload and so I'm throwing that bottle in there and I'm about to close the door when I realize....

That gecko isn't supposed to be indoors.

You see, outside our apartment at around ten at night, the geckos come out in full force. They crawl all over the ceiling eating moths, huge moths... and it's awesome.

I am so happy to be living with these geckos. I've always wanted a gecko, but never wanted to actually take care of one. I'm so used to living with them, that seeing one in my laundry room didn't seem out of the ordinary at all. But he looked skinny and the cat wanted to play with him, so he had to be captured.

All apartment complexes should release geckos, just to be as cool as this place.

In other news, here is a big picture of a tree with a face.

Finally, finally, finally, I got my galleys. And then I remembered, Oh yeah... I co-wrote this book and it was less exciting to read, better just to touch.

Also, galleys are boring looking.

I have many things to say about writing. I am hoping that this blog will dissolve into many months of writing woes, hoorahs and horn tootings, because that will mean, quite simply, that I am writing again. As more than just a hobby.

I am hoping to use less commas.

I am hoping to strap myself into this chair. To get the work done.

I have plenty of meat in the freezer. I can ride this out. Though, most of this meat is bullshit. It's from Super Target and it's injected with a twelve percent saline solution.

I am hoping to go into that further. Because it is bullshit.