A Novel strring Bill
It is coming along swell
my son borrows my computer and I have been with paper and pen
My dogs stand by the door and need to be fed.
The shaddow of branches silhouette on the trees
it is evening on the seventh day
Day of what?, I ask
I am reading fiction again
a french novel written in present tense
a series about a bonds agent.. both fun
also the bretren
all because I am taking a fiction writing class
so my mind can dream up stories
I love it. I'll get a few pages of something one of these days.
I love you who ever you are reading this.
a song comes to mind.
Can you feel it>
