This morning I passed the fifty percent revision mark. Les Mailles sanguines contains 81 chapters or scenes varying from one to ten pages. Always provided with the pages revised by Perig, who gives me his corrections every Tuesday, when we meet as a choir, I open Scrivener, reread the passages, and focus primarily on the elements noted by Perig.
Trees talk to us sometimes. Their heads plunged into the ground of our cities, they swing, even in winter, their skinny feet and excited by the wind. They talk to us because we are like them, like those ostriches, feathers in the air, eyes buried in opaque considerations.