There were high points and low points in Rosieland this year. Pictures feel like the way to go:
Goodnight Ted. We miss you.
Proud mother is proud.
Who says you can't make great friends on the internet?
13m drop + 41 year old mother = audible abject terror.
It snowed, and it snowed, and it snowed some more.
And finally, there was the labour of love and horror that morphed from a flash piece to a novel under the gentle whip hand of Hurricane Cathy. I didn't enter it in the competition in the end. Too many words in too short a time, and I wanted the time to polish it and make it as good as it can possibly be.
58000 / 80000 words. 73% done!
2011 is the Year of Finish the Damn Book.