An absurd amount of flailing went on yesterday. Little of it was pretty. None of it was
productive.
Being agentless for the first time in several years has left my cracked,
little writer’s soul scrambling for purchase anywhere. You should see the few words
I did manage to string together… No, on second thought, never mind. Nobody need
suffer that.
Today must be a better day.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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