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Aside

Well, I’m still not feeling the burning desire for documentation. That’s just wrong!

It’s horribly, horribly hot (though not as hot as elsewhere), and I came home to melt onto the sofa, have dinner, and work on writing a story that needs to be finished and looked over by a beta reader by Sunday. I took a long break from fiction writing, and the first attempts were a little dead, but I’m sliding back into the groove a bit. Now it is ten and I don’t feel like wielding the camera.

This heat just does not agree with me, and it’s going to be sticking around for at least the next few days.

Anyway, I’m gonna get on that tomorrow.

I need to get my motivation working: Did Julie Powell shirk her aspic? Did Jonathan Coulton find himself Thingless during Thing of the Week?

Well, actually, I have a thing. I just am lacking motivation to prove it.

Promises, promises

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