As long time followers of this blog will know, I tend to escape to a convent to write, developing finer plot points with Giant Jesus (awesome listener) and chatting with the dead (stacking nuns in the cemetery). More than a year ago, the convent was sold to the city which owns the grounds. I whined about it here and here. Oh, but how I do whine at times.
This time, there was still a distinct
Published on October 22, 2012 04:45