It's going to be hot today, maybe as high as 90˚F. It's already 83˚F with a heat index of 96˚F. Geoffrey's heading down from Boston.
I've not had the stomach for this journal for the past week or so. The words are hardly coming. Yesterday, I finally unlocked enough to write about 740 words and finish the first section of Agents of Dreamland. In
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All Hail The Toenail!
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I wish I had words that could change this, the music and the fear.
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*I don't know if you meant it literally, but I had a multi-year period of depression so thick I couldn't hear the nuances in music properly. It was devastating. Here's to your music swimming back to you properly.
*I was raised in North Florida and lived in middle Georgia on and off through my 20s. Performers of any stripe who mispronounce our words while faking Southern accents are an especial grievance...thank you for correcting people. You have a sizable megaphone, so maybe it will help.
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