Recognizing that the likelihood of me having all the quiet free, time I need stretching out in front of me, uninterrupted, is nil, I put it to myself to write today and yesterday with life going on. A playdate, MLP:FiM, Arsenal vs Manchester United, low-grade cats fighting in the background, and I wrote a story about buying a Chagall. So, obviously it is about rich people, but it’s also in the Kawarthas, and it’s short so hopefully no one will notice all the mistakes since I am neither rich nor living in the Kawarthas.
I think I’d like to live in the Kawarthas some day. Then I could write about them all the time.
On to typing and proofreading. The worst parts.