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One Ordinary Day, With Roses
Yes, the Great Rose Excavation continues. Most of the dead stuff has been cut out and there are satellite rosebushes all over the many-times-restructured hill. Yay! Now I can get with the rest of the garden and -- you heard it here first -- I want a weed-whacker.
The proposal has been sent off to Madame the Agent, who did not upon receipt immediately run screaming into lunchtime traffic -- a hopeful sign.
Mozart is of the opinion that it's warm. He would be right. But it's (for a change) a dry warm.
The Nameless Novella stands at 8,054 words and I now know exactly (as opposed to sorta) how it ends, and the rest of the steps between here and there. Go, me. A Brilliant Title would be nice, too. Perhaps Mozart will think of one.
The proposal has been sent off to Madame the Agent, who did not upon receipt immediately run screaming into lunchtime traffic -- a hopeful sign.
Mozart is of the opinion that it's warm. He would be right. But it's (for a change) a dry warm.
The Nameless Novella stands at 8,054 words and I now know exactly (as opposed to sorta) how it ends, and the rest of the steps between here and there. Go, me. A Brilliant Title would be nice, too. Perhaps Mozart will think of one.