book in a week. or two.

Aug 19, 2012 06:45


I am sitting out on the back patio of a small house in southern France. To my right is a garden tended by a sweet, charming, small old man who tried earnestly to communicate with us even after we admitted to having not a word of French, and by a redheaded youth I have cast as his grandson. Behind me is L’Aude. It is a quarter to 8 in the morning, ( Read more... )

writing, writing blitz, nanowrimo is for weenies

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tavella August 19 2012, 20:40:09 UTC
Over here is someone being jealous :)

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