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It was May. Not only was it May, but William thought of it as May, which spoke to just how long he'd been there.
And May meant elections, which meant an issue with an actual deadline, which was nice; actually working to a goal made him more inclined to work, because it reminded him of home. At times he wondered if he was falling into old habits, the kind of work ethic he'd had before the Times, when it was just a newsletter he could throw together in his spare time and make enough to live off.1
He knew he was being silly, really. The Times came out less often because there was less to put in it, and he wasn't going to put things in it that weren't news just to fill in space.
Of course, he had to put something in this election handout to fill space, because there were all of a dozen candidates. He drummed his pencil on a piece of paper, and considered the issue. Because it wasn't as if there was anything else he should be doing, was it?
1And also half a cartload of figs, twice a year.
And May meant elections, which meant an issue with an actual deadline, which was nice; actually working to a goal made him more inclined to work, because it reminded him of home. At times he wondered if he was falling into old habits, the kind of work ethic he'd had before the Times, when it was just a newsletter he could throw together in his spare time and make enough to live off.1
He knew he was being silly, really. The Times came out less often because there was less to put in it, and he wasn't going to put things in it that weren't news just to fill in space.
Of course, he had to put something in this election handout to fill space, because there were all of a dozen candidates. He drummed his pencil on a piece of paper, and considered the issue. Because it wasn't as if there was anything else he should be doing, was it?
1And also half a cartload of figs, twice a year.