Spanking new notebook (om…)

I don’t know if you’re worried, my dear readers, but my holidays this year do not include holidays from writing. Actually, I’m writing so much I’ve just finished a notebook I started last month. There’s a post for patrons only and tell you too in a bit about what I’m working on. I hope you like it… I’ve dived into the deep waters of the stuff I believe —we might debate about all that.

Talk to you in a bit!

Illustration: the place I’m sitting just now and the new notebook, a present from my mother no less.

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