Elder Son, he of Grad School, has departed for school once again. Mixed feelings – sad that he’s going, but glad he won’t be here to crash any more cars (not that he was lent one after Christmas Eve)
Elder Son, he of Grad School, has departed for school once again. Mixed feelings – sad that he’s going, but glad he won’t be here to crash any more cars (not that he was lent one after Christmas Eve)
écrire en liberté
Digital Artist
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
Milly Schmidt
writing, writers, & worlds (of my own making)
of Faith, Fantasy, and the Fantastical
Uncovered Myself One Pound at a Time; Discovering Myself One Day at a Time
Writing and life. Life and writing.
Where's my gear?