I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. Pimping... : comments.
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Bless you my child
Maria's great. She always had amazing 'go out and do it' energy. I'm thrilled by what she's doing these days - I'm off to London to watch the woman fundraise this coming week, and hoping to finally get out there this year and see her in her (now) native environment.
The book is going well, thanks for asking (o:
I've given up on the needy agent for now; concentrating on Tina Betts at Andrew Mann who tried so hard to get my novel published last time; all they want is a synopsis and my first 50 pages.
Hence the delay in finally finishing that darn fic. Next week. I PROMISE. (o:
Re: Bless you my child
It's great you'll get a chance to see your friend in London! (And going to Peru sounds wonderful. Wow.)
Next week. I PROMISE. Heh, anticipation builds character or something. I just get impressed that you can put the fic down and pick it back up and not have to start all over again.