I have 100 manuscript pages of STB
That’s a prologue and three chapters.
My eyes are blurry and I am having a hard time spelling. I also have that half-way-down the rabbit hole feeling.
It’s really, really good. I think so, anyway.
I am so happy this story didn’t die.
All this and Mercury retrograde, too. And I only took one pain pill all day. Any second here I should burst into song and start farting rainbows or something.
Think this calls for a glass of wine. Which I will take two sips of, then hand to Dan, and do the avatar.
Still. Two sips is still two sips.