One of the most annoying first-world problems?  The decompression needed after one returns from a vacation. M and G and I went to San Francisco for a week and a half, and man are our arms tired!  Wait, that isn’t how the joke goes? Picky picky. Seriously, we’re knackered.  Not because we did anything particularly […]

I’m Not Writing A Novel has a new look!! It’s nothing fancy, as I’m still totally cheap and using WordPress for free.  Still, I think it’s mucho better than it was. Also, I’m Not Writing A Novel has its own facebook page now.  Everybody’s doing it… Jim at Just a Lil Blog, Lance at My […]

The Solo Roadtrip. The roadtrip you take after you’ve procrastinated as long as possible because you’re not actually sure that you want to spend 5 hours in a small car with, well, yourself. After three Frappuccinos and hastily packing clothes, I’m on my way — hair pragmatically yet attractively clipped away from my face. (It’s […]

If Italy could talk, it probably wouldn’t have even noticed that SDF and I were there a couple of weeks ago — Italy being a bustling country and all. But if Italy could talk, and if Italy had noticed us, Italy would be mentioning to France right now that a truly love-struck couple had just […]

The persons responsible for the previous post have now been sacked. I had a frappuccino earlier. And then a Coke. What was I thinking? I should know better. I’ve had problems with this before… It’s 1 AM and I should be asleep. Oh well. Here’s another frappuccino story to entertain those few of you who […]