Yesterday, I wrote 1,926 words on "La Belle Fleur Sauvage." I'm very much liking where this is going. It's an extension of the stylistic experiment I began with "The Dinosaur Tourist" (Sirenia Digest No. 139).
I seem to have passed a very tiny kidney stone last night. Whee. Time to cut way back on carbonated beverages and tea and add more acidity to my diet.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast

9:53 p.m.