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I’ve been circling my WIP for the past few days, poking at it with a stick. It says it’s done, claims shiny almost-finished-ness, in fact complains when I poke too hard, but I’ve grown wary of those sorts of claims coming from a story. Stories are notoriously unreliable things. You can’t believe a word they say.
In other news I am weary. I try Doing Good Things and Eating Healthy and Making An Effort but I suspect I just need to sleep. Funny, that.
EDIT: After poking one chapter particularly hard, the darned thing hissed at me. I have more work to do. Down, you spotted snakes with double tongue.