Been preoccupied lately with the big questions, and trying to cobble together some kind of income and figure out how I'm supposed to start paying for student loans that are coming due much faster than I can deal with them coming due.
Enough worry that the previous rush of creativity on New Novel has slowed to almost nothing. A weekend of frivolity and unworrying helped. Last night I realized I should've been asking my characters the very question that's been keeping my undies in a bunch: What happens next?
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Me, too.
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