Here we go again. Back into the days with the hot sun and the nights where dry lightning crackles across the sky. Back into a world full of light and pain and brightness that goes straight through your eyes and into the back of your head. Back to a world where you try to forget and drink red wine the colour of blood to help you on your way.
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I slowed down writing wise because of the news about her etc, but now I'm getting back into it. I want to finish the main rewrite of the book, get 10,000 words into the new book, get 5000ish words into the non-fiction project and do an experimental novella of 15,000 - 20,000 words by Sep 20.
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I really like it when people stay stuff like this, I feel that I'm getting better at really connecting with the reader.
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You going to Katherines?
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(fucked hopefully)
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Some of this sorts it out, however much I dislike rollercoasterwriting.
I really do wish you would move from the fairground into, at least, the circus.
But you know your ways, and the syrup you seem to suck from the audience wouldn't persuade one easily to go onto plainer pastures...
It is most visceral though. Thrills.
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