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[truepenny]

Three turnips lobbed out. I now have fifteen stories submitted to various markets, which is all of them that are fit to be seen. This is pleasing.

Finally managed to get something written on Chapter 7, which has been recalcitrant for weeks. I'm still sort of stuck, but at least I have a different sentence to stare at.

I've been meaning to mention how much I am in love with my 2004 calendar.

Also? Today I look like a demented Yorkie.