It’s oddly cold here. Outside smells like winter, and there’s a faint odor of burning coal that I always associate with cold. It rains often, too. I’m enjoying this weather (it’s my favorite), but it’s surreal to have London weather in Austin.

NaNoWriMo novel is inching along. Don’t tell me what’s wrong with it. Quantity, not quality!

Strange thing I made to illustrate someone else’s short story: happy.jpg.