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Parris Is Coming...

... to London.

She left a few moments ago for the airport, to spend a week in Old Blighty visiting with friends, spoiling the godchildren, and seeing the Pre-Rafaelite exhibition at the Tate, which is supposed to be amazing.

I'm staying here, to hold down the fort and write. And write, and write, and edit, and write some more. Too much damn work to do, and I am way behind on everything.

But I'm bummed. Especially about missing that Tate exhibition, which closes in a week or so. All work and no play...

((I really do need to learn to say no. I swear, I'm trying. No, NO, NOOOOOOOOO)).

Miss the Phipps already. Take good care of her over there, you Barmy Brits.

I shall labor on, writing fake history, feeding the many monkeys on my back.

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superscienceser
Jan. 7th, 2013 10:06 pm (UTC)
I Am a Rock..
A favorite o' mine as well. I am feeling down today, so this one hits closer to home..... in more ways than one..

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Castlin' from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

..

I have my books
And my 'minis to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

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