still waiting for prince charming I found a princess in the woods. I was pretty sure she was dead, but she’s asleep. She looks dead, with wrong-colored clammy-slimy skin and a decaying gown,
I keep meaning to post proper links to my Night Circus playlist & I keep forgetting, so this time I shall not forget and even give them their own post. The playlist is up
On Saturday morning I left Toronto after a splendid time at the International Festival of Authors, headed to NYC. I was supposed to arrive around 1pm, but then this happened: This was taken in
poor unlucky lucy When Lucy died—at that precise moment—everything changed. She used to say she was just a k away from lucky, that was always the joke though all things considered it wasn’t particularly funny.
I meant to have time to put together a proper post today, but time, she is a fickle thing. Instead, have a musical interlude. This album is going to be the soundtrack of my
written in the leaves Leaf reading is a skill not easily learned, as there is such a limited time to practice it each year. It is a temporary thing. Glimpses of image and pattern