it’s tuesday, and we’re not in harlan :(

Preston got in at 11:15 last night, right on time – although if I’d followed the flight information online and not the information he’d given me Friday, I’d have been half an hour late picking him up. :headdesk:

Meanwhile, I’m so tired I can’t hardly lift my arms and legs…


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.