Took a bit of a beating on word count with just 745. Mama always said there’d be days like this. My nemesis is two thousand words ahead of me now. Should I quit? It would be pretty nice to sip mai tais on a tropical beach somewhere, but no. No! I shall ready myself for a comeback over the next couple days. I did spend an hour on world-building, which I cannot possibly regret. Also, I’m starting to have this glimmer of a tonal possibility that I’ve only ever dreamed of achieving. It would be risky. But if it worked it could be amazing. That’s all I’ll say! And now, to bed, for there are many dragons to ride on the morrow.
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She had better learn soon, fear of loss is a reasonable thing.