It's a twofer kind of day.

The sixth has gone to Pen Heaven,
And we're 1/3 of the way through The Grand Edit.
(Which means there are only two more to go.)

This marks the end of Box One.

To continue, please open Box Two.

(Don't mind if I do.)

And I'm not sure if that boy didn't just cross it.

There is a fine line between charming and creepy.

Huh.

I'm not sure what lags are, but he's swinging them.

Five dead red pens.

Am I writing a book or a Christmas song?
(The jury's still out.)

Apple, blueberry, or pumpkin?

Happy Pi Day!

Here's a clue:

No one will know what the characters look like if you remove The Parade of Introductions at the beginning and don't describe them when they appear later.

Oops.

Finished.

Getting closer.

I am now one quarter of the way through The Great Edit.
And there's red, So much red...

A mere slip of the forked tongue.

I've been calling her Morde.
Her name is Maude.
(Is it wrong that I sort of prefer Morde?)

Congratulations, Four.

You made it a lot farther than Three.
Five, you're up.

Wait...what?

There comes a time when you have to just shake your head and cross it out because you're not sure how it got there, but you know that it doesn't make any sense.

Cooperation and Compromise.

You keep using those words.  I do not think they mean what you think they mean.



(And I'm looking at all of you, so don't go jumping to any conclusions.)

Which I guess means that the bag was telling the truth.

My biodegradable Easter grass biodegraded.