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Writeathon progress: Today I gutted a scene that wasn't working (and needs to work before I can write the end of the novel) and rewrote about two thirds of it. There are cedars and a lion-headed priestess, and that's all you get. No snippet, but progress has been made and I am pleased with it. My writeathon page is here.
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My throat is not better yet, though I have regained most of my voice, which disappeared over the weekend. A bad coughing fit had me up in the early am this morning; I curled up on the couch with some honey loquat syrup in hot water and the first of Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes mysteries. I liked it so much I'm already reading the second one. (And this, dear reader, is why I got the Kindle--to assuage my occasionally near rabid need to have the next book now--I have often said, I don't really have any addictions to substances, but I become addicted to narratives.)
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My throat is not better yet, though I have regained most of my voice, which disappeared over the weekend. A bad coughing fit had me up in the early am this morning; I curled up on the couch with some honey loquat syrup in hot water and the first of Nancy Springer's Enola Holmes mysteries. I liked it so much I'm already reading the second one. (And this, dear reader, is why I got the Kindle--to assuage my occasionally near rabid need to have the next book now--I have often said, I don't really have any addictions to substances, but I become addicted to narratives.)
