Today nothing, nada, zilch, zero, mei you (that’s probably incorrect). Only lying in bed. Lying to the bed, whispering sweet nadas into its mattress.
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Illness has intervened. Yesterday’s count was 209, but would have been more. None of the 209 were good. One was decaying, and presumably still is. Another was equidistant, but that may change. Work on novel goes slowly. Wrote 13 words this morning, none of them good. One was magnificent. |
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