(Blah, blah, blah. There was text here, but I cut it, need it for something else. Summary: a guitar works in a limited way for a singer and musician who loves the piano, but better than nothing, and my guitar went from London to Damascus to Bahrain to Santa Monica and Seattle.)
And now I'm blaming you because I don't have a piano or a house in which to play it. Try and make sense of that.
(Meanwhile, tomorrow is the first day of November and NaNoWriMo, so I'll be busy writing 225 pages of the next book over the month and this is likely the last post for a bit.)
#Bahrain #NaNoWriMo
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