Word count: 41,797

I managed almost exactly 4,000 words yesterday. They’re not particularly good words in places, but they came out in a gush as if the damn broke. Some of them were words I needed earlier on that I remembered over the weekend. I expect a lot today, as well.

This morning I went outside to start some laundry and was once again overcome by the incense of the forest from the smoke of nearby chimneys mingling with the perfume of budding Provence spring. The great lavender bulb flowers have opened outside on our terrace and the chestnut tree branches are brimming with small rusty brown pods.

I might not write as much today. The countryside is ripe for a long walk.

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