All through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse, or a husband, or kids...and I found myself elbow deep in oil paints that created a picture worhty of Vincent VanGough.
Last night, I was an artist.
Live vicariously through your characters and your novel will thank you for it...or at the very least you'll have great fun role playing =) (Or in my case, all the fun without the mess and stinky paint thinners)
Where were you?...
Melissa
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