bookkeeping

Yesterday, 164 words on Kekropia, plus a bunch on ACtW. Kekropia is dragging its feet because I have to write a really nasty, spiteful fight scene, and I really don't want to. Also, my boring health problems continue to play hob with my ability to get anything done. And I have a general feeling that I'm not pulling my weight.

Not surprisingly, this is having an adverse effect on my mood and self-esteem.

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ETA: It does, however, amuse me to notice that I treat M. R. James as comfort reading.

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ETA(2): And the mail brings a rejection letter.

That's it.

This is a porpentine entry.

Important safety tip. Thank you, Egon.

If you must be such a clumsy, cow-handed idiot as to walk into a doorframe while carrying a full laundry basket, don't lead with your knuckles.