In between, to get a break from the keyboard and feel the sunlight on my face, I went wandering around town and ended up high on a hill at the Old Goal:
It would, if I could convince the shire to turn it over to me, make a perfect writing lair.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Gaol House Blog
After six hours of flat out writing, the bear story (well, technically it's a dead bear story) is up and standing on its wobbly, little, new-story legs. That leaves me just 4 mornings of equally flat out editing to transform it into a lean, mean, galloping machine of 3-4000 words. Ladies and Gentlemen, place your bets.
In between, to get a break from the keyboard and feel the sunlight on my face, I went wandering around town and ended up high on a hill at the Old Goal:
It would, if I could convince the shire to turn it over to me, make a perfect writing lair.
In between, to get a break from the keyboard and feel the sunlight on my face, I went wandering around town and ended up high on a hill at the Old Goal:
It would, if I could convince the shire to turn it over to me, make a perfect writing lair.
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