This amused cat.
Metrics. 2500 words today, all of which felt plodding and pedestrian, but sometimes it’s the words without frills that stay, and the ones that I thought were genius get cut, so it’s too early to judge the poor buggers now.
Like walking through a field of glass. It’s not something you do for fun.
I’ve tangled Calissa up in some plot, and I’m setting up Sel’s remaking.
And, uh…yeah. We’ll get there, it’s all just steps forward, today I took 2 500 steps closer to the end.
Hmm, I’m spotting a theme to this extended metaphor.