Today has dawned with leaden skies and fog caressing the rooftops of buildings. At last we have embraced the fall, at least here in the south, perished reluctant to visit. Honestly, I missed a day now after so many mornings with hardly a cloud on the horizon to scan.
The opposition began to prepare the end of September, unable to absorb the short time I have available, which is why I fail to find or even five minutes a day in which to update the blog, so the lack the comments are likely to vary in the coming weeks. Still, they barely, taking a little bit of here and there, achieving further progress in my second novel.
Indeed, in these last days again refused to publish "Vendetta", Uranus was the protagonist. The practice makes a habit, and habit of the monk, so just because I do not even flinch. The only thing I appreciated is that, strange as it seems, all mail that to date I have received from publishers, I have been sent in the afternoon. It seems as if devote mornings to sharpen knives and afternoon chose to designate the next victim.
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