


Still finishing up manuscript comments (this is getting embarrassing) and when I'm not, outside outside outside! Writing done over the last seven days = none. Whatsoever. I'm starting to feel it though. Little stories welling up. In my head this phrase keeps happening - "spreading like secrets".
5 comments:
please send me a copy of the blue photo, it's affecting me.
beautiful phrase!
What is that in your hand in the second pic? It looks like a half-formed baby sea creature, or something.
Oh! I like that phrase very much. Perfect for building something pretty around.
Silly Regan, it's not my hand, please, I wish my legs were that long! It's a peach.
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