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Trying to prove that I'm a writer
The only way that matters. By writing.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.
Settled down and got in a few words on Chapter X, in which The Bitch straps on her cross-country skis and makes a couple of unpleasant discoveries. And finds an ally she can't feel comfortable in trusting.
I'd like a little more energy here. A little more motivation. This thing isn't glowing at me. Maybe I need to crank a few turns on the forge blower.
What's it gonna be -- sex, violence? Alien invasion? No, that last one is over on Beowulf's bit of shore.
Two out of three ain't bad.
And as a backup, the impersonal deadly rage of Maine winter.