
yes, the writer has been at work again. new story, haven´t finished the other one, and of course there is still the sometimes very chatty ghost of a novel roaming around. whatever, I just reread an interview with alice- the master-munro: she says that stories are like houses, sometimes you want to work in the kitchen, but sometimes you just want to sit at the fireplace (oh I wish I had a fireplace!)



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The uncanny calm of freezing, layered skies. Clouds opaque and twisted like muscles. from "The Journal of Joyce Carol Oates"
I couldn´t say it any better.

found this, love this:
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du siehst sehr glücklich aus, das freut mich.
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