I haven’t been sleeping well the last few days, so I started redoing the Writing Sanctuary–the guest bedroom where I write and color and think and apparently give myself panic attacks for no apparent reason.
So… new bedding, and for some reason, the only thing I could find that I liked is French-themed. Which is fine. France is almost like another character in the Neverending Saga.
Tom said he figures this is a prelude to my saying we have to travel to France to do research. That’s fine, too, except for the flying thing and pandemics and…
Also messed around with the bookcase I face daily while I write so I’d have some new things to look at to inspire me.
That’s it. That’s the whole post. Except it felt like something just bit me on the back. I hope it’s not a scorpion. SEE? Shit like that is what keeps me awake.
best not go to France without me!
It would take a village to support me through a transatlantic flight!