
What better perk could an independently published writer have on a chilly day in downtown Troy OH?
My group, Gallimaufry, is planning a Valentine's signing as well. I'll let everyone know about it here first.
Marla
Random ramblings and hopefully a few worthwhile thoughts about the things that mean the most to me - art, history, being an historic interpreter, fiction writing, independent publishing, and the occasional rant about the world we live in today. Call me crazy, but I would rather have lived in the 19th century.
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is
invisible and mute, its memoried glances and its murmurs are infinitely
precious. We are tomorrow’s past.
ATTRIBUTION:Mary Webb (1881–1927), British author.
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