How would she review it? I'm thinking she'd shake her head and mutter ... brotloße Kunst (breadless art) ... but she'd be smiling.
Crow Stone's Arrived!
I got a parcel in the mail yesterday ... the kind of parcel every author loves like a newborn baby ... my new book! Crow Stone, the jumbled and blurry ramblings of an old woman as interpreted by me. It's a story brought into focus with the support of my wonderful writing group and my amazing publisher, and now a tangible object ... a novel. My only regret is that my mom can't hold it.
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Wow, congratulations!
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