August 19th, 2012


book in a week. or two.

I am sitting out on the back patio of a small house in southern France. To my right is a garden tended by a sweet, charming, small old man who tried earnestly to communicate with us even after we admitted to having not a word of French, and by a redheaded youth I have cast as his grandson. Behind me is L’Aude. It is a quarter to 8 in the morning, which means the temperature is about 70 and perfect.

I have 70K to go, two weeks to write it in, and if I’m not wearing sunglasses now, I certainly will be in a few hours. Hit it.

1314 / 70000 words. 2% done!

(x-posted from the essential kit)