Sept: the helicopter, 4 planes, taxis by the dozen; a writing retreat, a terrible phone call and a dash to Spain... Oh, please, Earth, I beg you, let me be still.
Out of this World, and into another... update due to error: 125'000 words not 45!
April Diary: The sadness of leaving, the joy of arriving, the state of processing...
Today, I'll mostly be watching the birds and the little pots of gold in the grass... being sad isn't too hard to master
"One day you finally knew what you had to do..." So, will you come with me, out here, into the wilderness? It's just minutes away...
The Weather in My Heart... A job interview... Moving to Tresco... ??? The Biscuit Watcher, and a million other things on my mind...
Creating Outer Space: The Cinema Was Calling Me again...
