Art History is kicking my butt in the greatest ways. Maybe I'll just move to Paris and be a Louvre bum. Finley and I can live in an old gypsy caravan and eat croissants.
By the way, it's probably not the real Mona Lisa.
A polished version of The Lost Things is nearly ready for Editing: Cut and Hack Take Two.
I have one agent interested in reading more than the excerpt I submitted.
Finley learned how to tell me "no," except instead of yelling "NO!" like every other little kid, she shakes her head and goes, "Nuuuuhhhh." She's so polite.
Hopefully actual content will form itself on this blog while I sleep tonight.
Hopefully it will keep raining for another three months. I hate the summer heat.
Hopefully tomorrow Hannah and I won't have to do the idiot run into class because we're late.
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