Things have slowed down considerably, to the point of it becoming frustrating for me. It isn’t that I’m stuck, or having problems with the story, or am suffering from a lack of enthusiasm: it’s that all my time over the last week was sucked up and all my time appears to be sucked up for the next couple of weeks as well, as if I’m living under the pounding brushes of a galactic Hoover.
This sucks
Meager progress is still progress.
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Ghosts Of the Places We Live