Second Friday of 2010
Now that the house is quiet and my head is throbbing less [it is hard to wake up from sleep exhausted and drained], I can think about this draft that I know is a novel but I try not to call one, a draft that sprawls and drips from my fingers. It's unreasonably cold in NOLA today so the street is even quiet, for now.
2 comments:
I loved your book.
Thank you.
Thank YOU for reading my book, enjoying it and being so kind as to tell me so. Your compliment will warm me and keep me going.
Happy Mardi Gras!
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