Molly Time…and Crunch Time

The new Molly winner for the month of July has been determined: give 'Tis Himself hearty congratulations and many backslaps. Now we need to figure out who the hot commenter for the month of August was — leave your suggestions in the comments.

Now some terrifying news: I'm supposed to talk with a publisher next week, which of course has me staring fixedly at text and seeing all the huge and awful flaws in it. I'm going to be frantically polishing all weekend, so you may not see much of me for a while.

I'm thinking if I go through everything carefully and dot all my 'i's with smiley faces*, and put it all in a shiny clear plastic cover, it'll look much more impressive.


*Wait…would dotting them with hearts be better? Oh, decisions, decisions.

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