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After going to bed last night rather dejected because I hadn't written much of anything new for this packet (just revised stuff), something clicked for me today. Pieces are coming together. No, I haven't written 52 pages of new stuff this month like I did last month, but I am pulling it together. And that's almost as satisfying. In fact, maybe it's more satisfying, because the beginning of this draft is beginning to feel like a manuscript. Gasp.

Besides that?

I'm recovering from Easter. I made these. Don't make them. Really. You'll only regret it. Especially if you have a high school reunion quickly approaching.

Yum.

Or if you have a Fairy Tale Ball to attend this week. In costume. Even if it's with a group of second-graders. Perhaps everyone will be so dazzled by my tiara they won't notice the crumbs strewn across my dress.

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  1. ScarehaircareApril 15, 2009 at 12:34 AM

    Those are already on my "to-make" list for this weekend. I had a girlfriend who would make them for neighbor gifts every Christmas. I would take our bag and hide it. It was all mine. MINE!!!

    I shall never recover.

    Congrats on the birth of your manuscript. :)

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