Yesterday, I wrote 1,278 words on Chapter Six (of Seven) of Fay Grimmer. (Yes, kittens, writing pulp fiction is a lot like working for Wal-Mart.)
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Sirenia Digest #83 by Monday. Unless, I don't know, a merciful asteroid puts is all out of our misery
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