While it was a sputtering affair, with stops and starts and messes on
the mirror, work was done and I was able to actually sleep. (See yesterday’s
blog for the nasty particulars.)
In fact, I got some work done on the one character of The Hushing Days
with whom I’m still struggling to connect. However, if I have to put in a week
of zero writing to come up with a 250 smidgeon of prose the novel is doomed. (I
ain’t got that many centuries left in me.)
Oh well. I’m hoping to finagle out a few more hundred words out of the
tube before tossing this week’s efforts in the bin. Waste not, want not I
always say…
Ok, this post/analogy/daily crack-up is getting a little too strange
even for me. Let’s end it while we’re both marginally sane.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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