The girls and I have picked up the last of the odds and ends for their return to Exeter on Thursday. Yesterday having nearly ended in a literal nervous breakdown, we are all just glad to have gotten through the morning.
(I think two decades of insanity hovering about me has finally taken its toll, ya'll.)
No great literary offerings have flowed from my fingertips since the last entry: moving has consumed my every waking minute. As for the former best friend, his book is due "out" this month. I hope it will be met with the enthusiasm he both expects and (grammatical helplessness aside) deserves.
He and I are no longer talking, but such is beside the point.
What matters, I suppose, is that a writer will see his work in print. Regardless of anything that may passed between us, I wish him every success.
After all...
One of us should make a mark with this writing thing!
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