I'm sorry, don't get excited. No update, but since I'm taking so long I thought I'd pass along my Tumblr so you can reach me if you want to know where I'm at with writing. I expect I'll be done with Part VI sometime in January.
https://www.tumblr.com/blog/rosalindbeatrice
This fic tackles the age-old question, why aren't there more stories about Bob Dylan on the Internet?
It also answers the question, "Wouldn't it be romantic to take care of Bob Dylan after his motorcycle accident?" (No, it wouldn't.)
Oh, don't mistake me. He was cute, dreamy, and misunderstood with an irresistible cheekiness and poet's soul. He was also a damn vagrant who never bathed or brushed his teeth.
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For updates on this and other writings, please visit my Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/rosalindbeatrice
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