I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Tearing myself from LJ : comments.
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Too cool for subject
Wow, bad me hasn't been keeping track lately of your writing progress but well done!
I sincerely hope you didn't get rained upon and do feel free to send any snow you may get later my way :)
Too cool for subject
Oh heck, why would you worry about the.. 'N.O.V.E.L...? ::organ chord, lightning crash, wolf howl:: Progress has been slow of late, it has to be said. Man, but that Christmas push soon petered out. Sheesh!
"do feel free to send any snow you may get later my way :)"
It's here, in big purple clouds and gale force winds. You *sure* you want some? Cos you are really, really welcome to it!
::Meep!!!:: As I wrote that, the heavens just opened in THE MOST ALMIGHTY HAILSTORM - help.... Not sure we're driving to Yorkshire today, after all. Better call Mum...