October was fabulous. My art exhibition showed me that I can still dream, I have hopes.
I saw a lot of people during October, had a really social life, unfamiliar to this hermit, and I've spent November cherishing still life.
I did publish my seventh book, a collection of short stories, The Portrait Of The Clown, this week, though, but writing is very silent doing.
To cheer you up and to warn you from not doing the same (unless you're able to cope with horrible noise)...
