Yesterday was such a slow (boring) day that I forgot to post. Nothing much happened anyway, which meant that once my parental duties had been exhausted, the remainder of it could be spent sat under the awning, drink in hand (Gin, not my usual Vodka) and contemplate life. I might not yet feel as though life is on the right track yet (there's still a way to go yet, I feel) but I know I'll get there in the end. Dragging the family along with me while making sure they're going without nothing. Still, the day wasn't completely wasted. One short story edited and another well underway. The latter of which is going to be a barbaric affair simply entitled HILDA. That bitch is going to go through some serious shit. Publishable shit? Probably not. But, hell, when a story needs to be told, it needs to be told.
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