"Nobody can tell ya there's only one song worth singing..."

[greygirlbeast]

I think I was only pretending to be a recluse before.

A warm and partly cloudy day. We made it to 89˚F, and it is currently 79˚F. It's good weather.

And I got back to writing. I did 1,073 words on "Untitled Psychiatrist #4." Which, by the way, will appear in Sirenia Digest No. 171 (April). I hope to finish the piece tomorrow. I have a set a sorta

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Looking forward to Comes A Pale Rider

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Also, enjoying Barkskins on National Geographic channel--by Annie Proulx.

Wrote a column for the paper I work for yesterday. So what, right?