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Writing Day
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kinzel did the rounds -- to Augusta, bearing a reprint job, and the post office, bearing orders and a hope of checks in the mail. The promised check was not, alas in the post office box, but the orders made it into the mail. One out of two ain't bad.
While those needful errands were being run, I stayed home and stared at the computer until the drops of blood beaded on my forehead. I've now hit the beginning of the end of the story; the place where all the set-up and ticky-nasty details that I labored with and fussed over in the first bit of the book have sufficient weight to push the narrative, rather than me having to pull it.
Or, to put it another way: I've crested the hill that rises out of the Mess in the Middle, and it's all downhill from here.
Progress on the Book Without a Name
kinzel did the rounds -- to Augusta, bearing a reprint job, and the post office, bearing orders and a hope of checks in the mail. The promised check was not, alas in the post office box, but the orders made it into the mail. One out of two ain't bad.While those needful errands were being run, I stayed home and stared at the computer until the drops of blood beaded on my forehead. I've now hit the beginning of the end of the story; the place where all the set-up and ticky-nasty details that I labored with and fussed over in the first bit of the book have sufficient weight to push the narrative, rather than me having to pull it.
Or, to put it another way: I've crested the hill that rises out of the Mess in the Middle, and it's all downhill from here.
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