I have now a machine I'd been hoping for. My grandmother bought me a notebook and it's fucking shiny. I'm very grateful. So now I can type (and *coughplaygamescough*) in bed. Hopefully this will translate into actually-completed stories and shit. Some blog posts here and at
FWD.
And not too much handcrampery for me.
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And just like lovecraftienne, I've been wondering how you're doing; though the FWD tweets, and the ongoing twitter conversations with others (thank you for using the .@ idiom, btw), let me know you're at least articulate and communicative.
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