Seemingly unemployable and everything, I am going to apply for a fellowship. $5000. To subsidize a two-week journey hither and yon, multiple landing spots, during which I will research and begin the devotion to and for a new book – number 13 on my hit parade.
I do not, this morning, know the genre, or even a subject matter, though I have a sense that the luscious realm of magic will play some part.
How could it not, living on a fellowship, and everything?
from a mountain bench 
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