But I bought milk, meat and apple juice yesterday. I bought roses.
I haz a wood stove. I haz kitty litter and satusmas. I haz egg custard and bread and a rough-draft chapter to whip into shape.
Life is good.
. . . so long as the electric holds out.
|Because advice is kinda like this|
|Your agent at work|
|Your agent helps them pick YOUR ms|
|Many satisfying options don't need an agent|
|Summarizing all this|
|Not taking every separate step|
|The triumvirate. I leave you to decide who is which.|
|Action holding onto the story|
|Not mentioning the obvious|
|An inn, but probably less exciting than the Willing Wench|
|attrib esprit du sel|
|Actual brain contents and why we avoid introspection.|
|Plot devices. I haz them.|
|Sorta like this coach|
|Or I could use a cat playing bagpipes|
|Cobra, which Adrian could have got hold of|
|Gordon Riots. My answer to folks who think London wasn't violent|