Thursday, November 8, 2012

home ...

... or it would be, if Alice and the cats were here too.  I've escaped for a few days of being a hermit and writing.  If that sounds idyllic, remember that such escapes are frequently born from complete and utter panic at writing deadlines.  And if I work well to deadlines, normally, that ability is canceled out by panic.  So here I am, in complete New Mexican quiet, planning on getting up early, and putting fingers to keyboard at dawn.

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