I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep enough last night.
Yesterday. I wrote the first three pages of the next eight-page installment of Alabaster: Boxcar Tales. Telling tales in eight-page increments is very, very weird, and tiring, and nerve-wracking, and exasperating, and I do not recommend trying it. Pacing is a goddamn nightmare. Twenty-four page
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It would!
I love the second photo of the pier today, too.
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I love the second photo of the pier today, too.
I never tire of the stark beauty of that rotting pier in ice and snow.
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That was plenty. Thank you.
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Your photos may leaving the house seem like an acceptable maybe-even-positive thing.
It is a very positive thing.
And no need to apologize or explain....
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Thank you!
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Bleakly beautiful.
Exactly.
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