Strange
What was I thinking, am I mad? To say I would blog every day for a month! Isn’t it the strangest thing—that after I wrote a guest post for Justine, about how I cannot blog every day—I came straight back here and, as if in a trance, promised I would blog every day.
As if that was the right thing to do, to celebrate ten years since my first novel.
Forgetting all about champagne.
Well, but I promised. So I will do it. In May. Every day in May. On account of the rhyme.
As if that was the right thing to do, to celebrate ten years since my first novel.
Forgetting all about champagne.
Well, but I promised. So I will do it. In May. Every day in May. On account of the rhyme.