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The end of Cambriel

I can't believe I'm almost done with this novel. I don't want to speak too soon, but I have certainly never gotten this far on a non-traditional story before. Today I was absorbed totally in my world, and I think I am going to be really depressed when it's done in December-- though I'm sure I'll get over it when I realize I don't have to show up at my computer 5:30 every morning.

I have some great photography ideas coming up. I can't wait to set up my photo cube and start trying them out. My ironing board is not necessary to the living room now that I'm off of sewing presently (an activity better for warmer months, when my fingers aren't cold), so I will replace it with the cube.

I can't wait to go to Louisiana tomorrow! My favorite state in the whole world. These eyes will see bayous and swamps in less than two days. The thought gives me a thrill. I think of it as Blanche's home, and Jenny's, and Hennessy and Charles, Christopher, Quentin, Lilly-- they were all born in my mind when I was there. I can see the trees cracking up the sidewalks in Metairie with their enormousness. I can see the sunlit pathway to The Book Rack. I am already there.

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