Here is where my initial worry about starting a blog comes to fruition:
I have absolutely nothing of value to say that anyone would care to read about.
I’m not feeling whimsical, or metaphorical, or any other kind of -ical. I was tired, but I took care of that yesterday, although spending the day sleeping is hardly newsworthy. (It was great, though.) My only claim to fame today is rereading my manuscript and liking what I saw there. A large part of it really works, which I’m immensely pleased about.
So nothing interesting happened. I’m fairly certain that’s a good thing right now, as I want to spend the next two weeks immersed in writing my book, without a lot of distractions.
Wish me luck.
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