News from Sarah Painter
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Words. Hard.
Some days the writing goes well; words trip merrily across the screen, filling the dreaded white space with line upon line of effortless prose. Okay, on good days, I get my word count with the bare minimum of wailing and whining and a moderate ten or so mugs of tea.…
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I’ve got a perfect body…
… ’cause my eyelashes catch my sweat. I was already a fan of the talented, beautiful, and sweetly-bonkers Regina Spektor, but those lyrics secured her position on my favourites shelf for the foreseeable future. Enjoy!
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The cloud tripped over the mountain
If you were to score my weekend on the number of words written, it would do very badly indeed. However, if you scored it on reading and art enjoyed, wine and ice cream consumed, and general good times, then it would do infinitely better. In a weekend stuffed with pleasures both…