I’ve been bitten. Seriously. I have the proof along my ankles and thighs. Not mosquitos. Nasty little buggers, very tiny, nearly invisible. But man they bite, whatever they are. A small price to pay for weeks of writing in the sun and sand and sea. (ok, so maybe I leave the iPad on land; on les donne pas, tu sais…)
I stopped in Montreal in between just to get blasted with cold air and snow, reminding me to get the hell out again for more…
Will be spending the week churning out some pages from my temporary office…
Because it’s not like I’m on vacation or anything 
Spoiled. Rotten.
Happy new year everyone xox
