you probably know already. the second draft of 'tokyo flyers' died along with the rest of my hard drive back in september or october or something. it was a sad day. there were torn veils spilt punch earthquakes stained dresses and balloons crushed in earth's upper atmosphere. i teared up once or twice. might have cried. then promptly sniffed and wiped my eyes and punched a wall or something.
well its christmastime and that means birth or resurrection or re-writing this dang book. making it how it was. or different. or 'as good'. we'll see.
keep in touch. i love you.
1 comment:
you remind me of mewithoutYou. nicely done.
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