pro-portioned. click clackety click.
Last night my apartment sounded sensational. Something like click click... clackety click... I looked to my left, across the studio, to see a pair of honey-earth toned eyes blinking in approval. I blushed and kept writing. You know, sometimes when I read FollowMeToNYC archives I find myself audibly murmuring "Damn"s and "Oh damn"s whilst biting fingernails. It's been nearly three years since the jump-off to get to this city with a novel. I need...