Thursday 26 April 2012

Every Morning

Tell Me a Story

I wake up to this view every morning in Jalon, Spain. Sometimes I just want to sit and soak it up all day long... But soaking it up doesn't put food on the table.
I need to sell books.  To sell books, I have to write them in the first place, so sitting isn't really an option.

Ah well, must get on with the next chapter...

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