peaches, fic, and Hans Zimmer

I bought a bag of peaches at the market yesterday and the scent of them is filling the house. I'm going to a friend's place for dinner, but not for a nother 30 minutes and I'm HUNGRY thanks to the smell of peaches.

To The End Of Love is NEARLY FINISHED. I'm trying to decide on whether to do the sex scene or not. Thoughts?

And finally, Hans Zimmer, composer and conductor, will be perform in Sydney in May, and I am contemplating a platinum ticket to go see him...