The Sourdough Lesson
I want to start by explaining how I ended up sitting in a canvas tent full of quilters on a Saturday, because it makes no sense on paper.
Writing from Canada, usually late at night with tea or coffee depending on the hour. Most of my posts live in Anal. I have a soft spot for the long-distance pair finally in the same room, real conversation before the bedroom door closes, and clear enthusiasm once it does. Writing for fun and practice. Let me know which characters or settings you want more of. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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I want to start by explaining how I ended up sitting in a canvas tent full of quilters on a Saturday, because it makes no sense on paper.
I used to plan everything.
Sixteen hours.