This morning, driving into work, it was foggy outside. I love the fog. It makes the world soft and mysterious, magical. It’s like there’s a secret just beyond the mist and if I didn’t have to go to work, I could go looking for it and discover something wonderful.
Of course, I had to go to work . . .
Writing Stuff:
198-days to a you-weren’t-a-winner-but-please-play-again from Neo-opsis after a query.
Words: 1000. Chug-a-chug-a. Into the climax with part of the denouement written. The story is clear in my mind. Less than 1K to go. Perhaps I can finish it tomorrow?
500/day
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This doesn’t have much to do with the post, except maybe to counteract the bad news from Neo-opsis. I just read “Running on Two Legs” and I loved it. A moving story and a wise greyhound all rolled into one. Thank you.
This doesn’t have much to do with the post, except maybe to counteract the bad news from Neo-opsis. I just read “Running on Two Legs” and I loved it. A moving story and a wise greyhound all rolled into one. Thank you.
I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’m extremely fond of that one.
I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’m extremely fond of that one.