The Dire Wolf

Culprits:

Your humble narrator, the River City’s Harper, who can be called many things, but linear is not one of them.

Her wife, Learan, registered massage therapist extraordinaire.

 

Assorted cats — Oliver (a.k.a. Olleh, aGeNT ORanGe, and Turd Fur-guson), Inara (a.k.a. NarNar, Annoy-ra, and Hungry Hungry Hippo *glub glub*), Boo (a.k.a. Bugaboo, Boo-urns, and Pest), and Zoe (a.k.a. Troll, Fangora, and Little Cat).

The Scene:

Fort Housington — where the cats be atz.

Evidence:

Eats! — Adventures in cooking.

NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy — Things wot have to do with National Novel Writing Month and Script Frenzy.

Speculations — Trains of thought and general lolly-gagging.

Inveterate Scars — Fragments of writing that fit together to form a particular sideways universe.

Wanderings — Travel and events I may have happened upon.

Awful things the cats did — Self. Explanatory.

Politicking — Considerations of a political nature which will often tend to crop up around election seasons.

Things that might be poetry — Or they might not.

Blog originally created for use in PROW-117.3, Mac Skills for Writers.

Blog titles and sub-titles from “The Dire Wolf,” “World Container,” “Wheat Kings,” “It’s a Good Life (If You Don’t Weaken),” “The Darkest One,” and “Bobcaygeon” by the Tragically Hip.

All original fiction and poetry on this blog swings this way:
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