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Too much work to do, not enough time to do it.
There are so many things that are more enticing than writing for Nanowrimo. Like disinfecting the kitchen floor. Or influencing. Or any number of things that do not deal with my being 3,000 words behind par.Why won't these stupid characters all just go kill themselves off! Why do they need me for it
A pox upon my English teacher. A pox upon her and all that she touches.
Electronically submitted, I'll be fine.
Waiting and waiting and waiting for a design to go through...I know the reviewers can only do so much at one time, but I'd reeeeeaaally like this specific one to be ready like, four days ago
I guess I was spoiled by the breakneck speed of my last few submissions!
A temporal shard offers a bare flicker of recognition, a faint spark blooming in its depths.
I just don't UNDERSTAND. Why is it doing this in every room of Spectre Isle, but absolutely nothing in the Sea that SURROUNDS it?
Am I missing something?