That title sounds way too much like the title of an old sci-fi/mystery series. But that is indeed what I am turning into. I spend my daytime hours waiting for it to get dark in the afternoon so I can write properly. I am learning to sleep in late.
Five thousand words to go. Theoretically, I could have made it today, but why turn your brain to jelly when you don’t have to?
This is all a prelude towards convincing me to open the file and begin, again…
white pebble 