I wrote somewhere around a hundred words yesterday, which counts for spectacular heights of productivity lately.
Then I wrote 917 today, and finished section 163. Which is a good thing to have done. Especially since I sent it to
oneironaut who told me that the weird bits actually don't confuse the narrative. Unfortunately, I haven't figured out what 164 is doing yet.
brooksmoses made mumbly noises that helped me figure out who I'm pretty sure is in it, but that's not sufficient.
Other irrelevant updates:
I still hate the washing machine with the outrage of a thousand pissed-off nockers.
It's very satisfying to have friends who attempt to relate frequency of local thunderstorms to the loveliness of their backsides.
I saw the algae-eater again. Feeshee!
My knee still hurts, so I'm still not standing up if I can help it.
The end.
Then I wrote 917 today, and finished section 163. Which is a good thing to have done. Especially since I sent it to
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Other irrelevant updates:
I still hate the washing machine with the outrage of a thousand pissed-off nockers.
It's very satisfying to have friends who attempt to relate frequency of local thunderstorms to the loveliness of their backsides.
I saw the algae-eater again. Feeshee!
My knee still hurts, so I'm still not standing up if I can help it.
The end.
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