I stomped around the woods where I grew up. I cackled with my mother and sisters and yelled at the news with my father.
I came across writing books from 2002 and 2003. I would never want to be in a relationship with a Writer.
I have been back over a month now. I started my new day job September 1st, I moved into the castle October 1st… I really like how December 1st sounds for a proper book-like mud map I can work with so I can focus on pitching early next year.
After swimming in the early autumn hues over the weekend, I’ve decided to stick with my “farm house for the puppies” plan.
It’s taken basically this entire time around to get me this far, it would be a shame to fall off now.