As I was saying in a previous thread, I think I have decided what to write this year, and no, dear Thoth, it is not an autobiography. My life is thoroughly boring.
My options for this year were to continue the trilogy, or write one of two new ideas: one of a someone becoming someone else every seven years, or one about doors that lead to anywhere other than where they should. As I sort of hate my trilogy right now (it's rather horrible), it's right out. If I can scrounge some words for it this November, good for me. I'm not a word snob; they all count.
I THINK what I'm going to write is the new person every seven years. I THINK.
- Calli
PS - Anyone know entirely too much about French clothing models from the 1980s?















