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It was snowing this morning. Big fat flakes falling down outside bedroom window. For once, daughter leapt out of bed. Wondered how many days could get away with this until she cottoned on. It didn't settle, rarely does in these parts, but skid factor good excuse not to go running or biking. Also, wanted to get some words in so I didn't feel guilty schlepping off for tea & chat with writer friend in her riverside apartment.
Printed up the entire middle section today and put it in a folder so that I can examine each chapter before I rewrite it and make sure THINGS ARE HAPPENING! The underlying themes continue to multiply so it really would be daft for me to send it out again at this stage.
We're going to the theatre tomorrow, to the National to see the Coram Boy. This is Christmas treat outing, which was completely booked until now. Having just read this review - better take hankies. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2005/11/17/btcoram17.xml
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