I'm suddenly daunted by this story I'm writing. It's an angsty little sucker, but that's not the problem; the big fight scene's already been written. It's the fact that it covers so much territory. But at least I think I know how I want it to end. TRAGICALLY On a hopeful, but bittersweet note.
At least my next project is brief and cheerful. (
space-married for Kirk/McCoy fans. I think it'll be fun!)
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It's really muggy. :(
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I keep hearing this cat crying somewhere outside. Like, insistently. I went looking for her this afternoon, but I couldn't find her. Poor thing. I hope she hasn't been abandoned. Maybe she's just in heat.
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I'm heading back down to Kenosha to work in the archive tomorrow. It'll be good to be doing something productive (I mean in a professional capacity) again, but I'm sad that the summer's nearly over.
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The mayor of Milwaukee got attacked by some dude with a pipe at the State Fair. Wtf? O_o
ETA:
At least he's okay and the suspect's in custody. Wtf, Milwaukee?