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[ellarien]

At least I'm writing this week, if slowly and painfully. Other than that, life is not very exciting, and it's windy and dusty and mostly not very warm. The novel isn't very exciting either, but at least tonight's stint -- heroine text messaging with Internet boyfriend, and appearance of mysterious honor-guard formation in hyperspace -- was a bit more interesting than the previous couple of days of messing around with computers. It's a much draftier first draft than I used to write in the old days, and I'm not very comfortable with that, however much I'm assured -- and assure myself -- that I can fix it later. Still, it's over the 75,000 word mark, though I doubt that actually means it's three quarters of the way to the end, let alone three quarters done.