Museum Girl
If you've clicked on the Facebook link (just to the left, there; or above), and thought to yourself - hell's bells and buckets of blood*, but what or who is MoLaB and what has this to do with writing? - then Museum Girl is the story that will help make sense of that. Hopefully.
Unfortunately at the moment that story isn't on the website, because I'm trying to do something clever with it. Which might work.
Also hopefully. But not currently helpfully.
*insert your favourite alternative expletive here. This was one of my Dad's sayings. Along with "God bless the Duke of Argyll" (no, me neither. Something to do with cows ... or scratching your bottom. I think) and "From hell, Hull, and Halifax, good Lord deliver us" (aka the Beggar's Litany, about avoiding the guillotine).
Unfortunately at the moment that story isn't on the website, because I'm trying to do something clever with it. Which might work.
Also hopefully. But not currently helpfully.
*insert your favourite alternative expletive here. This was one of my Dad's sayings. Along with "God bless the Duke of Argyll" (no, me neither. Something to do with cows ... or scratching your bottom. I think) and "From hell, Hull, and Halifax, good Lord deliver us" (aka the Beggar's Litany, about avoiding the guillotine).