Day 58. 161 pages, 58,131 words.
Well, that bit of (probably, most likely, looks like it’s going to happen) political news has certainly dried up my inspiration for the day.
Just kidding. Like my muses have time to care about however-many-million idiots it took to do this, when they’re busy standing behind me and whacking the back of my head and yelling “WRITE!”
To be continued in the afternoon. I’m not going to double-post all week, but for now, meh. Sitting in a waiting room at the colostomy nurse’s ward right now, and this is less depressing than Facebook.