One woman, her typewriter, and a legion of Old Ones against the world.

A woman, her typewriter, and a legion of Old Ones against the world.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Wednesday Time

So I actually had progress of a sort; two whole paragraphs and a sense of narrative direction. Woooo! USA! USA! I was ready to transition into the next major plot point of the story, fueled by sushi and a shot of whiskey and feeling good.

And then Dave came home in a funk, and the typewriter went away for the night. Better luck tomorrow, I guess?

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