Grand plans of progress were snuffed out by a decided lack of writing
skill. Whatever talent I have milked from authoring 17 novels went POOF! and
was gone. I imagine a pitiful little trail of smoke followed this incineration
but I was frankly too busy gnashing my teeth to notice.
Thankfully the whole 17 book bit has taught me how to get some work
done despite the POOF! Admittedly, my greatest storytelling was not on display
yesterday, but I managed to fake it passably well.
At least I think I did.
We’ll see when I take a wary peek at it today. If there is no
accompanying wailing on my part or laughing up a lung on the part of the muse,
I’m perfectly willing to call yesterday a minor success.
Work was done.
Sometimes quantity must dwarf quality…
But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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