From The Virtual Diary of Fanny Burney
Having taken up residence here at The Haven more than a month ago and having settled in quite nicely, I had hoped to be several chapters further along with the next grand scribble. As it turns out, French wine and French art, French music and -dare I admit it even to myself? -- Frenchmen are quite the distractions a writer does not need.
It is high time this state of non-productivity changed. I must write here or go home and write there. Father's home being the home of my dear new mother causes me to believe it would be better if I learned to write here. Here on this page, I vow to write. In the morning. After the wine has worn off and before the other residents of Haven are out of bed.