Monday, July 28, 2008
Moving into present moment
Sam's at tennis camp this morning, and I am trying to crack the nut of my first draft, and delicately dice and splice it into the second draft. Maybe this blog will be the repository of all miserable and tired metaphors, and I will be able to spare the readers of my book some of the same. Onward....
Posted by still sprouting at 9:35 AM