There was an old owl lived in an oak
The more he heard, the less he spoke;
The less he spoke, the more he heard
O, if  we were all like that wise old bird!

What time for writing I have had has been spent on my dystopian fantasy/sci-fi mash-up novel for this years nanowrimo. 

This message is In case anyone is missing my rambling blogs and thinks maybe it is my usual unhappy silence. Its not. I am happy.

Really.

Happiness was visiting my favorite local places yesterday. Yup. I swung into Hoodlums to pick up some mood changing music and Changing Hands where I scored a classic for under 5$  yesterday. Even the air there is somehow sweet with independence….

OK back to writing.

And in case you don’t know who Hoodlum’s Music is yet…go read my October 31 entry. Or better yet, head to the SW corner of Guadalupe and Mclintock in Tempe.  Do yourself a favor and start at Changing Hands. I like to browse the classics and the sci-fi sections but this week I recommend you visit Fiction and pick up a copy of the latest novel by Jasper Fforde.  After purchasing it,  read the first couple chapters over a bowl of tasty autumn soup at Wildflower Bread Company. Now with body warmed and mind stimulated mosey south past the Pub to Hoodlum’s for a little euphonius sustenence for the soul. If you don’t leave there with at least two new CD’s, then you are either deaf or broke.

Now really back to my nanovel….