2006-06-27 - 14:02 EST
I once wrote about safety. Well, feeling safe, more like.
Now I have finally found that safety. I find it in his arms, in his bed, by his side, even when I first catch a glimpse of him.
I feel it.
In other news, an introduction to a Charlotte Lennox novel, written by one Margaret Anne Doody, both insulted and shocked me. I am simultaneously amused and appalled.
I need to buy a notebook or two for academic work this summer and probably another one for my novel projects. I think I'm going to wind up doing a collection of short stories, most likely. It'll prove a challenge, being something I'm unaccustomed to, but it'll be an enjoyable - and hopefully a growth-bringing - one.
c.i.,p.i.q.e.
