From The Virtual Diary of Fanny Burney

8 February 1783
Haven, France

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. 

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