Went to the Rustic with Nin and drank Czechvar and ate chicken wings and endured endless jukebox classic rock. Still managed about 1800 words, so still behind my personal goals but I think I’m right on track in absolute terms.
Plus, some of the characters I’ve had dwelling in a nascent state in my head for so long are starting to flush out, and I don’t know everything that is lurking in the corners of my mind but some of it scares the shit out of me.
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