he says, 'well this'll eat up a year of my life, and then there's all that weight to be lost'
"Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look so pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each."
I'm just starting chapter three. The blue funk I've been in is almost gone. Oh, it'll most likely come back, but eh. I'll just read some more.
Oh, yes, dear one. What lovely tales you spin. *loves*
P.S.Anyone who can connect the song and the book, well. Has my admiration. :) :)
Oh, and. Gratuitous author self-promotion here. Watch for the Stunt Lime at the end. :)
