Tonight is the night that I have to start the novella, so consequently the apartment's tidy, I've done the dishes, and I'm about to make pancakes because. You know. Brain food. I've been feeling a little off for most of the day and the city is frozen in my feet at the moment, but one must soldier on. And fireworks, there are fireworks, but that's a glistening background noise for the proceedings.
I promise longer entries soon, but 1000 words a day (at least) requires this foreign concept called discipline.