Monday, June 3, 2013

Number of words: 970

Breakthrough! WHOOO!

Forgot how characters in writing always surprise me: the heroine just announced calmly as a child she loved flying on the Concorde to France and back every summer (yes her family is filthy rich). (Did they even let kids fly on the goddamn Concorde? They must have, right? Oh, the siren song of RESEARCH....)

Now it only remains to see how the poor painter across the table from her will respond. BUT FIRST, must drag self out on daily tiny walk and maybe photograph poppies. (Distraction! Divertissement!)