I've got a new toy.
It means I don't have to go out in public like this.
Or leave the house.
I'm addicted after 2 go's.
One of my loves right now (ok I love him less than Newspaper Blacking Out but more than weeding my garden) is Austin Kleon.
Funny as feck and 'a writer who draws'.
These are my first babies and I kind of like them:
If you imagine that finding words that weave together is a brain fart, wait till you get to the blacking out bit.
This post could have been called: 'I killed my best stuff with a too-fat marker.'
But we're not dwelling on the ones that got away.
Grab tomorrows fush and chup wrapper, a too-fat black marker because you've forgotten that it will bleed into your prized words, and have a late one . . .