Howling Scribe Gifts

Bob woke up in a pile of notes, some scrawled so quickly that no one could decode them. He remembered nothing of the night before, except... yes, a fleeting glimpse of the writer's moon.

I should be a writer when I grow up...

"Thank you for your e-mail. I will be out on a walk for the next twenty minutes and plan on barking remotely until my return."

"I wrote a poem, even though I'm on vacation."

"I hate open-mike night."

'I still write all my novels longhand.'

Aleksandr Skiabin

'My Death Story....chapter one...'

"I'm writing a novel, but it's hard to find alone time."

'Not more junk mail!'

"It's totally pointless - that's what makes it art."

The final reward for a writer... 'R.I.P. At last a deadline I can live with!'

'Sorry, not tonight: My mum said you can't come over for a sleepover during the full moon anymore...'

The three laws pf pen-o-dynamics

"That's not an email, so you don't have to worry about it containing a virus. It's a birthday card from Nana."

"I don't usually tell people I'm a writer because I've never actually written anything."

Affordable homes coming soon - 'If they build these then our house will become affordable...!'

"No you can't take Timmy howling at the moon tonight: It's a school-night!"

"Polishing my mouse just doesn't have the same calming effect as sharpening my pencil."

"Handwrite and mail grandma's thank you note instead of texting? I don't have this kind of time!"

'I won't be howling at the moon tonight. I've joined a barbershop quartet.'

"OK guys, one more time, and this time Fred, concentrate: your last howl was out of tune..."

"Stop the presses!" "Press the stops!"

Very Critical.

"O.K., there's the moon - now give me a nice long howl instead of last night's yip."

"Hurry up. I might want out."

"It's hardly worth the trouble tonight."

'You send cards and gifts and letters, but do they write? No! Do they even call? No! And another thing...'