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greygirlbeastStill sick. Somewhat sicker, it appears.
Though I do not know how, I managed to write a whopping 112 words on "At the Gate of Deeper Slumber" yesterday. Then I admitted defeat and crawled away to the bedroom, where I lay in a sunbeam and smelled the spring unfolding outside the open window. A million singing birds. I was slightly delirious. There must have only been thousands of birds. I spent most of the day in bed (Hubero kept me company), drifting in and out of sleep.
So, thanks to the fact that this story took so long to get started (I tried to begin writing in back on the 11th), and now this bug, I've gone from being ahead to being behind.
But the trees are getting green. That's something...
Though I do not know how, I managed to write a whopping 112 words on "At the Gate of Deeper Slumber" yesterday. Then I admitted defeat and crawled away to the bedroom, where I lay in a sunbeam and smelled the spring unfolding outside the open window. A million singing birds. I was slightly delirious. There must have only been thousands of birds. I spent most of the day in bed (Hubero kept me company), drifting in and out of sleep.
So, thanks to the fact that this story took so long to get started (I tried to begin writing in back on the 11th), and now this bug, I've gone from being ahead to being behind.
But the trees are getting green. That's something...
