Big work days as I get near this book deadline. Hot afternoons sitting outside with the bug noise and everything growing. Working through pages of dialogue. Filing down descriptions to make them visual like little dreams. Godawful tired by dusk. Nights are quiet. Storms hit late and rage out on the prairie like Norse gods at war. Every morning back to it. I hope you’re doing fine or better. Send power and luck.
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