I’m gonna make like a ghost and disappear for a while. Won’t return until I’ve haunted the ectoplasma out of me bleedin’ script. Spooky stuff, since in Scrivener no one can hear you screaming.
As the Rabbids would say: Bwa…?
But first, I need to listen once more to Imogen Heap’s “Listening Chair”. She’s a wizard. No other word for it. Yes, there is. Magician. The magnificent kind. I think I love her. And what IS that funny, amazing studio she’s working in?