Sunny today. The high was 73.9F. But the warm weather is about to come crashing down.
Three nights with hardly any sleep. And this morning, after writing so much yesterday, I managed only 326 measly fucking words. I only have X, Y, and Z left.
I signed some books we sold in the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop, the three Bright Dead Star ARCs
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