Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I'll be coming for your love, okay.

There have been a few really gorgeous days in a row here.
Its so good for my soul. I love the weather. If i talk about the weather with you it does not mean I'm making small talk. It means I want you to know how much I like the weather.

Spring might be my favourite time of year. It makes me feel like new love and sundresses. The seashore and grass. Kids and books. All of the best things that are not wintry things.

I'm not sure I want to grow up to be a writer any more.

1 comment:

  1. Please grow up to be a writer!
    I'm pretty sure I would be really sad if I was thirty and you hadn't already published something.

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