Dear visitors, You
the faithful of the faithful who ask you for weeks and weeks" good, but what it becomes in the end? She's gone, she put the key under the door? She packed her bags and walks around the world? It has taken a vow of silence? That's it, now she is an author, so it has a watermelon ego and no longer wants to talk to us? "I had to come tell you what it is. Vanity aside, I'm pretty quiet and I think that this is not tomorrow the day that I will make a scandal because it makes me walk a hundred yards (just think, a hundred meters!) As some stars who haunt the pen festivals ... As we go, as I have no plans to write a novel about a future infanticide, a member of al Qaeda pedophile or a politician practicing jogging election, I'll make a cushy career in the Stone Michon, away from paparazzi and yachts, and in ten years I still pegs quite reasonable size. Phew.
side around the world, but I'd like my daughter did her first back to school August 28 and as I must go and fetch all day in his class among his playmates begging to be released, it undermines some my projects.
Well, I'm not here to tell you about my life in large widths, or even try to make delicious as chronic Thom has set the bar too high ... but say that life in recent months, I shoved, shaken to my foundation and my little words rattle could not follow. That they are timorous, my words. Accustomed to speak in a calm and silent, since that they are tame, that they pray a little (they are happy to pray because they know that without their help I am not much!). Earthquakes leave them speechless, petrified the storms and they take weeks to regain the floor. This does not, you know, that shake and stir the words is a good way to wake up and make them more fertile in the second time. So today I'm hopeful about my future literary career ;-)
course I was sorry to leave you to read all your little messages of love and discover that very nice of newcomers had come knocking the door in my absence, until a long table that they used a small strong coffee and a few pages of a good novel! So thank you and pardon Gael and all others, your insistence pushed me out of my den. I do not promise to write frequently tickets, you know me and I would not get into the promises of politicians. On one hand I am overwhelmed and secondly, I always prefer to dig my subjects how long it takes before you post one, even if it hurts productivity. (Er. .. did I hear "lazy!" ??...) And I do not read as quickly and although Clarabel , Lily, Thom Yueyin (by the way ... HAPPY BLOGANNIVERSAIRE!) Flo , Livrovore and all those with whom I do not hesitate to go stretch my PAL for the ten years. To be frank, I might have to call the turtle if that name had not already been taken ... by a singer "who do not know what he wants" and my little sister!
To summarize, I am not party and I do not put the key under the door. I just finished a book exciting but before you talk like I want, I'm getting back into the work of a great American poet ... So, dare I ask you again a little patience? Ouch, I feel that I waste! My next post had better be fairly successful, otherwise you'll end up sulking me and I can definitely give you wrong. (There I take a face appitoyé by my fate and life, but fortunately you can not see it)
I hope your respective income went well. Mine was strange, interspersed with literary salons in Collioure and Besancon deserving alone writing a novel ... funny, and cool games. ( Patrick, Jean-Philippe , Murielle and Jennifer, I miss you already!)
I leave you, a bearded poet and libertarian to me and it does not look comfortable ...
Come on, hay drunken promises: I'll be back as soon as possible. And in the meantime, drink a little Irish coffee to my health.
Gaëlle
PS: That all those and all those I have not mentioned the names excuse me, the list of all livrophages I like to visit was so long that I had to hide behind " etc "but I have not forgotten you!
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