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A brief update on where some of my writerly things stand:

1) Hindsight Draft 4 is not even close to done, so I will not be finishing that before November. Instead I'll just take a month-long break from it, let it chill, and delve into it come December. There's a lot of work to do for it, and I got really stuck on the beginning (like always). I'm still happier with this version than the last one though, so I know I'm headed in the right direction! I've also been thinking over a few things for later books that make a lot of sense and I can keep those things in mind during Hindsight. I think this version might just turn out well, if I have the time to work on it that is!

2) I have had extremely limited time to work on Magician and the Knight, and I really miss it. I'm anxious to get back into it after November! I have been doing some doodling for it, which is fun. But nothing that I'd want to put up on Deviantart (not to mention most of it's been on sticky-notes). Merek, Roscoe, your stories will be written! 

3) Writing Challenge. As you can see here on Deviantart, I've been pretty good about getting the challenge done these last few months. I did, as I mentioned in October's version, shorten the scene to compensate for the crazy, hectic months that are October and November--but that's probably for the best.

And lastly:

4) NaNoWriMo! Saturday is the first day of November. Which means I will be working almost exclusively on The Many Lives of Gregory Marnes! Greg Marnes, as I will be calling the story for short, is mostly about accidental time travel as far as I can tell so far. It's my first time writing a time travel novel, so we'll see what happens. As usual, I'm going into NaNo with little to no plan. I was getting really stressed over NaNo for the last week or so until I had a realization that I wasn't following my own knowledge of the month. It's quantity, not quality. It's a first draft, not anything I will publish right away. I had the epiphany that look at Hindsight. Look at how different it is now than it was November 2010. Whatever crazy, foolish things I come up with, however many paragraphs about bread and butter, it doesn't matter. What I write in November is nothing but flinging words on a page trying to figure out which ones stick themselves into a decent plot. I don't need to be accurate. I don't need to be perfect. I just need to write it. And that's what I'm going to do.

Anyway, like I said this has just been an update on my current major projects. There's so much I want to do for my writing, if only I had the time for it all!

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"Sword, if this plan kills us I will kill you a second time."
My brother chuckled but he dismounted his horse instead of answering.
The sick feeling in my stomach worsened. Usually this was when he would boast about how grand his plan was. It was obvious something was bothering him, I just wished I knew what.
I really hoped it was not a lack of confidence in his plan. We were about to go up against a devestatingly deadly dragon., the last thing I wanted to hear was that Sword was worried.
I had my own doubts, of course. The plan largely meant I would be leaving Sword to fend for himself against the dragon while I found the princess. One man against this battle hardened dragon. As far as I was concerned, the odds had never been worse.
But I had always trusted Sword. I had trusted him in all his other dangerous plans, I would trust him now.
Except all those other times he had never looked quite so serious, nor had he been as quiet.
Dismounting, I tied my horse next to Sword's and followed after him.
The gates were smaller than the ones I was used to at our own castle. They were also rusted over and looked like they might be broken.
The courtyard looked no better. The paving stones were cracked and grass was growing. The fountain that used to stand in the center was broken into pieces and heaved to one side. There were long scratches and scorch marks set in the stones.
This place looked like it had been derelict for decades. How old was all of this? It felt wrong somehow. Everything was as it should be but it left me uneasy. I hoped it was just nerves.
Sword had pushed open the door and was motioning for me to follow. He continued through without waiting for me any longer.
In the entrance hall, everything was in chaos. The stone floor was heaved up in long lines. A cat's claws could do this kind of damage against fabric. I could only imagine the dragon behind this. Tapestries used to hang on the walls. Some still hung, but crookedly or torn, while others lay crumpled and molding on the floor. Stones across the entire hallway from floor to ceiling had been burnt.
Half way down the hall was a hole in the right wall. Rubble that had been charred black littered the hall and spilled through the makeshift doorway.
The uneasy feeling in my gut weighed heavily on me. I followed Sword as he moved towards the hole in the wall.
He was moving cautiously, making very little noise. Trying to be as quiet, I was switching constantly from watching where I put my feet to keeping an eye on Sword. I still felt uneasy, but a small piece of confidence tried to bubble up. I turned, walking backwards as I tried to look closer at the tapestries still hanging on the walls.
That was when something grabbed my ankle. My arms swung as I tried to stop the inevitable. Trying to step backwards and away led to a series of short hops that only made me lose my balance.
I fell hard on the floor. The shield strapped to my back clanged loudly on the stone before the edges dug painfully into my skin.
The air split with a horrible screech. The sound cut into my ears and I cried out, but my voice was too quiet to hear myself over the screeching. The sound stopped. Ringing silence left me still clutching my head. Then hands grabbed me. Sword pulled me to my feet. Kneeling in front of me, he jerked away the tapestry that had wrapped itself around my ankle and tripped me.
"Now go!" He gave me a shove down the hall.
I stumbled passed the opening the dragon had made, too afraid to look inside.
If that sound had been the dragon, and that was only thing it could have been, than I knew we were doomed. Nothing that could make that kind of sound could be beat by just one man. Prince of The South Kingdom of the Light or not, what chance did Sword have?
Writing Challenge 2014 October

So because of National Novel Writing Month and college and so on, I will be shortening the scene I’m doing for the Writing Challenge. I think I set aside too large a scene to really to this Challenge properly anyway. So for the last three months the “scene” will be from when Sword and Shield get to the castle to when they part ways. 

Anyway, enjoy October's version!
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I watched my brother dismount and start tying the reigns to a stunted tree.

"Sword," I said tersely, "What the hell is your plan?"

He looked up at me.

"I should have thought that was obvious. We go in and we find the dragon and the stairs. I distract the dragon while you climb every staircase you get to until you reach the tower with the princess. You get her out of here and you keep her safe."

Then he was walking away before I could think of a reply or put together my own thoughts on this "plan." I dismounted quickly so I could follow.

I followed him through the first gate into a courtyard that was very nearly destroyed. The paving stones were covered in moss and grass pushed up where they were broken. I could see now that the high walls around the courtyard were falling down in places. I was hit with the realization that this castle must have been abandoned far longer than I had thought to have this level of destruction on it. This was more than just the damage a dragon would do when forcing entry, this was the damage of time. How long had the princess been here?

But I had no time for this. I had no time to overthink what I was looking at. Sword was going through the main door and I had to move quickly so I could keep pace.

Inside, the castle looked as bad as the courtyard. The tapestries on the walls were faded and torn, some collapsed heavily on the ground like massive, exhausted beasts. The floor beneath us was uneven, the stones ripped open like the damage of a cat's claws against fabric.

There was no sign of anyone. I was relieved, I had half expected there to be the bodies of those who failed to defeat the dragon. Then I realized the dragon must have eaten them, armor and all, and I felt worse than before.

At the end of the hall, I could see a set of stairs. I knew I would have to get there, I had to get as high up as I could to find the Princess. But before that, the hallway was strewn with blackened rubble. On our right was an enormous hole in the wall, I had to assume it was once the entrance to the great hall. From inside the hole, I could hear scratching and heavy breathing. The dragon.

Sword was still ahead of me. He was creeping towards the hole, trying to get close enough to see in. I stopped staring at the castle's dissrepair and tried to follow.

As I did, something caught my foot, tightened, and sent me sprawling forwards. I twisted as I tried to stop myself from falling, but instead of helping all I did was allow the shield strapped to my back to clang loudly against the stone floor.

A horrible screech filled the air. It drove into my ears so painfully I screamed, a scream that was utterly lost in the sound from the dragon.

In the silence that came after, every inch of me felt impossibly heavy. I had doomed us, we were going to die.

Then my brother was hauling me to my feet. Kneeling down, he ripped away the tapestry that had twisted around my leg and caused my fall.

"Sword, Sword we're going to die--"

"Shut up and run!"

He shoved me towards the stairs. I stumbled forward a few steps and looked back. Sword unsheathed his weapon. Holding it carefully, he took a deep breath. Then he ran through the hole in the wall, shouting a challenge to the dragon. His words were drowned out in another horrific screech.

I should have run after him. I should have stopped him, dragged him out of here. I should have helped in any way I could. Forget the princess, how could I stand to watch my brother face an impossible task alone?

But instead, I covered my ears against the dragon's screech and ran for the stairs.

That dragon had defeated countless enemies. Knights from who knew how many kingdoms, brave men from far and wide, and even powerful wizards. What could we do against such a monster?

My brother was one of the best swordsmen in The South Kingdom of the Light, but did that mean he could take on a dragon alone?

I should have gone with him. I should have, but I knew what Sword would have done if I had. He would have sent me away, sent me after the princess. Because that was what his plan said.

So I tried to ignore my growing panic and took the stairs three at a time.

As I skidded around a short landing in the stairs to keep climbing, I heard the dragon screeching again and the floor beneath me shook. I hoped it was dead. I hoped Sword had managed to kill it. The longer Sword had to spend fighting it the more exhausted he would become, and the more likely it was he would be killed.

It all came down to one thing. I had to get the princess, and I had to be damn quick about it. The faster I did my part of the plan, the sooner I could help Sword.

I climbed as high as I could, until the only thing left was the staircase of the tower itself. I pushed on, slower than before only because I was having trouble breathing.

The ceiling kept lowering. The higher I climbed, the lower the celing. I had to duck my head by the time I reached the only door. There was a wooden brace locking the door from the outside. I pulled it aside and reached for the door.

Instead of opening it, I knocked.

"Princess! My brother is Sword Calcule, first son and crown prince of the South Kingdom of the Light. I am Shield Calcule, second son of the South Kingdom of the Light. As allies to the Windfall Kingdom we have come to aid your escape from the dragon that keeps you captive."

There was silence beyond the door. I waited a moment but there was so little time to waste. I knocked again, one hand ready to open the door.

"I am entering your room now princess."

The door opened into a tiny, though lavishly decorated, room. There was only one room, not even a separate area for the princess to sleep in. A canopied bed was pushed into one corner, rugs and pillows covered the stone floor. Everything was in much better condition than what I had seen so far in the castle.

But that meant nothing, especially if there was no princess here. And so far, I could see no one in the room.

I stepped into the room and heard a sound. Looking around, I still saw no one.

"Princess?"

The curtain in front of the only window shivered. Looking down, I saw small, slippered feet poking out from the curtain.

"Princess please, I am Shield Calcule from the South Kingdom of the Light. I want to help you."

A thin hand appeared on the edge of the curtain. Bit by bit, the princess emereged from behind the curtain. She was thinnner than any princess I had ever seen, in a sickly way that looked painful. Her dress barely fit her, and her hair was knotted. I supposed she must have been beautiful once, but the starvation in her eyes had stolen that from her.

"Come, Princess. My brother, Sword Calcule, is fighting the dragon for your sake. If it's alright, follow me quickly. I'm going to lead us out of here."

She nodded but stayed standing where she was.

"Do you want anything from this room?"

She shook her head. Did she ever speak? I supposed I could hardly blame her. Anyone would be nervous after being held captive by a dragon for, how long? Weeks? Months? That probably explained why she would want nothing from the room, surely she wanted to avoid being reminded of her time here.

Turning, I left the room. While climbing down the stairs, I look back so often to check on her that I hit my head on the low ceiling.

Every move she made was slow. I knew I should feel pity for her plight, or proud that she was brave enough to follow me. But all I felt was anxious. We had to hurry, yet I was left waiting at the end of each staircase for her to catch up.

When we finally made it to the main hall, I was torn between feeling relief and terror. On our entire way down, I had heard nothing from the dragon. I wanted to be relieved, to decide this meant Sword had killed it. But for all I knew, the dragon was simply sleeping off the meal he had made from my brother.

I walked faster.

Then I heard it, the same scraping sound of the dragon's claws on stone that I had heard before. It was alive. Did that mean Sword was dead?

I looked back at the princess, who because of how slow she had been walking was somewhat behind me. Sword had told me to get her out of here. But we were so close to the door. She could get outside by herself. My brother was facing off a dragon, he had been for the last twenty minutes. No swordsman could last that long in any battle, let alone against a dragon. Unless Sword had gotten away from the dragon long enough to rest, he would be far past exhaustion. I had to get him out of there.

While I deliberated, she finally caught up with me.

"Princess, I need you to run. Run straight through this hall and to the outside. There are horses there, wait by them for my brother and I. Can you do this?"

She was smoothing down her dress, avoiding looking at me.

"I'm sorry, I know this is hard. Please do this. I promise to make sure you are safe. Can you run?"

Slowly, like everything else she did, she nodded.

I crept up to the hole in the wall. The closer I got, the worse the air smelled. It smelled like something was burning. Looking in, I saw the dragon at last.

Its scales were a bright, poisonous purple. With black spikes and ridges down its spine. Long, black claws clicked and scratched against the floor as it moved. It was smaller than I expected, but it looked no less deadly.

It was in the far corner of the room, poking at pile of gold and treasure. I wondered where it had gotten it all. But I dissregarded that as panic began to rise in me again.

It was a long half a minute before I saw my brother. I felt bile in the back of my throat. He was sitting, not moving an inch, hunched underneath a colomn. I was too far away to see if he was breathing.

I refused to believe he was dead. I had to go in there and get him.

The dragon was busy with its hoard. Keeping an eye on it, I waved for the princess to go.

"Run, run now!"

Without waiting to make sure she did, I snuck into the Great Hall. Ducking behind the first column, I looked from Sword the the dragon and back. I just had to make it to my brother. I just had to get him out of here.

Peeking around the corner, I saw as the dragon jerked its head to face me. I heard it drawing deep, rattleing breaths. Then that horrible screech tore through the air again.

The sharp pain in my ears sent me reeling. Leaning against the column behind me I screamed for it to stop.

Forcing my eyes open, I looked to my brother. Where I always looked in pain and fear.

He was moving. He was pulling himself up so he was standing. He was alive.

He was alive.

And the dragon was looking right at him. When the dragon began to move, shaking the ground as it stomped towards my brother, I stopped waiting. I ran. I ran straight for the dragon, not even taking the time to draw my sword or put my shield on my arm.

I was screaming at it, anything to get it to look my way. Its head turned towards me. Its jaw unhinged and fire belched from its throat.

The full force of the dragon fire hit me, flinging me helplessly backwards. My back slammed into the wall and I crumpled to the ground.

Shallow breaths were all I could take. Laying facedown on the ground, I stared at the dusty floor.

I was dead. I had to be. It was impossible to survive dragon fire.

Then the dragon screeched, even louder and higher pitched this time. The whole castle shook as something incredibly heavy fell.

Hands were pulling at me. I tried to focus my attention, it was Sword. He was alive. He was pulling me to my feet. I stared at him. He was covered in purple dragon's blood, which steamed and hissed angrily. His sword was covered in it too. Behind him, I saw the dragon was dead.

He was talking to me but I had trouble focusing that closely. I looked at my hands. My unburned, normal looking hands. But that was impossible. I should have been charred by the dragon fire. I should have died. Was I even injured at all?

Sword was still holding on to me as he began to drag me outside. I was stumbling, too busy looking at my hands to watch where I was putting my feet.

I was supposed to be dead. That was what it meant to be attack head on by a dragon. Even if I had used my shield, I would have died. So how was I unharmed?

Outside, Sword let me go so he could talk with the princess. I wondered why she was waiting alone instead of by the horses like I had told her to. Though I had bigger problems to worry about. The world seemed to be tilting to one side and the numb, heavy feeling in my body was getting worse.

"Sword…" I tried to speak but since my hearing was suddenly failing I had no idea if I actually spoke.

Then the ground rushed at me and I passed out.
Writing Challenge 2014 September
So I finished the September writing challenge at last! I'll be brief here, with only a month before November I'm going to be hard core trying to work on finishing Hindsight Draft 4 (which has a ways to go). That way come November I can let people Beta Read while I do NaNoWriMo (for which I'll be writing Greg's story at last!!) However, that means October and November may be lacking good versions of the writing challenge...

Anyway, here's September!
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So, I'm mostly writing this because I just want to change up the journal...but anyway.

I'm working on Hindsight Draft 4! I'm rewriting from scratch and so far I think it's going to be a much better version as long as I stay focused on working on it. I've set a deadline for myself that I would prefer if I could finish all of draft 4 by the start of November (so I can do NaNoWriMo stress-free from Hindsight). I'm also planning on letting some people be beta readers of Draft 4 and giving them from November to January to do the reading of it. I think I can do it (finish Draft 4) but it will take some effort haha, there's a lot of book to rewrite and like usual I'm having trouble with the beginning. I'm starting the book much later than any previous version and I think that's going to work in my favor, but I'm still unsure about a lot of things for the beginning. I guess I just need to power through and go back and fix it later after I get some critiques on it...
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I stared at the gate. Even sitting on my horse, the gate was far taller than I was. If it had been fully closed, I would have doubted even Sword and I together could have pulled it open.
As it was, the gate was raised half way. This immediately made me question the intelligence of just walking in, which was the bulk of Sword's plan. I trusted my brother with my life, but that hardly meant I was prepared to agree to all of his plans without even questioning them.
Not that it really mattered what I thought, Sword had already dismounted and was walking up to the gate. I hesitated, tightening my hands on the reigns, then swung my leg over and dropped to the ground. I followed quickly.
"Sword, I'm not sure--"
He shushed me, concentrating on what he could see passed the gate.
My brother ducked under the gate and into the main courtyard. Knowing I had no other choice, I did the same.
The couryard looked in more disrepair than I expected. Grass had sprung up between cracked stones while the flowerbeds that should have been elegantly in full bloom were dying. This was a couryard that had suffered years of neglect, not a few weeks.
I was starting to feel more uneasy than ever and I was sure it was more than just the dragon waiting for us inside. I wanted to shake off the feeling but I couldn't decide if that would be a good idea or not.
Sword clearly felt fine about the situation. He was opening the main door and only loosened his weapon from his sheath instead of holding it in his hand.
The door opened onto a room. The tall walls hung with tapestries that had faded and torn. Some had fallen and lay crumpled on the ground. There were large gashes in the floor, claw marks from when the dragon had entered the castle.
There were the remains of a suit of armor on one side. I looked away queasily and hurried to catch up with Sword. I grabbed his sleeve and he looked back at me rather hopelessly. I opened my mouth, however, and he motioned for me to shut up before I spoke. He pointed down the hall he was walking towards. I saw a set of stairs at the end of it, but I was unsure if he meant those were the stairs I was looking for or if that was where we would find the dragon. Most likely it was both.
He pulled my hand off his sleeve and walked a little faster into the hall. I saw more tapestries in the same state of disrepair. And right before the hall ended, right before the hall opened up to allow a grand staircase begin, the wall to our right had a gaping hole. Rubble spewed out of the opening and the stones before us in the hall were blackened.
That was when my feet became stuck. I pitched forward to the ground. I flung my arms out to stop myself but while I was unharmed, my shield crashed against the stone floor.
A horrible screeching ripped through the air. I pushed my hands to my ears, my eyes forced closed by the pain the sound wrought through my entire body. I could have screamed and had no idea. Even if I did scream, the unending screech would have drowned out the sound of fifty men shouting.
I was huddled on the floor still when the screech died away. Before it was gone completely, my brother grabbed me by the tunic and hauled me to my feet. I was shaking so much I could abrely stay standing when he yanked the tapestry that had tripped me from around my feet. He swung me around to face him.
"Just get her and get out. Run!"
"Sword--!"
I was made to turn to the stairs and Sword shoved me as hard as he could towards them. I stumbled forward. Looking back, I watched my brother run through the hole in the wall shouting challanges to the dragon.
His voice was drowned out immediately by another screech that almost sent me back to the floor.
He’s going to die.
I thought, horrified.
I'm going to die. We’re both going to die here.
This was impossible. That dragon had defeated countless knights, seasoned adventurers, and even wizards. There was no way my brother could fight that thing alone. Even if he was the best swordsman in The South Kingdom of the Light, what could that really do against a dragon?
But as I thought of these things, I was running for the stairs.
This was Sword's plan. I had to trust him, no matter how uneasy I was with the situation or how sure I was that we would die.
I just had to run faster. The sooner I got the princess out of the castle the sooner I could go back in and get Sword out as well.
I ran up the stairs three at a time. The stairs turned at a small landing, I pushed off the wall to save momentum and kept running. I heard screeching below me and felt the floor shaking just a little. I was breathign hard after the third staircase and I hated that I was so weak. Sword was fighting the dragon to give me this time, I had to do better than this.
The stairs ended and I was in another hallway. I found the door to the tower easily enough and started climbing the tight steps. I circled around and around, keeping my head ducked because the ceiling was so low.
I came to a door at the end of the stairs. Here, I hesitated. I needed to do something to warn the princess I was here to save her before I simply opened the door. In the end, I knocked.
"Princess! My brother, Sword Calcule, crown prince of the South Kingdom of the Light, and I, Shield Calcule, second son of the South Kingdom of the Light, have come to honor our alliance with the Windfall Kingdom by rescuing you from the dragon below. I am entering the room now!"
I pressed the handle and opened the door just a little.
"Princess?"
I opened the door the rest of the way. The room was much smaller than I expected, though it was furnished for a princess so I was sure this was where she would be. But there was no one that I could see immediately.
What princess would hide from a rescuer?
I swallowed against my uneasiness, rationalizing her actions. Surely since she had been stuck here for so long she would be nervous. Anyone would be nervous of strange men walking into their room. I was just afraid for Sword, I had to calm down. I took a deep breath and noticed the slippered feet from under the window curtain.
"Princess," I said kindly, "I'm here to help. I regret that I am in such a rush, but we really must leave immediately. Please come with my brother and I."
Slowly, she pulled the curtain away from her.
My first impression of her was that she should have been beautiful. That she could have been gorgeous. But there was a sickly pallor to her, and her thin arms looked barely strong enough to push aside the curtain. Instead of beautiful, she looked terrible.
I wondered if the uneasiness I had been feeling was simply pity for what this princess must have gone through. I hoped that was all it was.
"Will you come with me?" I prompted, waiting for some kind of acknowledgment that she would follow.
She nodded slowly.
Relieved, I quickly turned and started down the stairs. I checked over my shoulder so often I forgot to keep my head low and bruised my head against the low ceiling. She was following, if slowly. Already she was clinging to the railing of the stairs for support.
I itched to run but held myself back. If the princess was as sick as she looked, rushing her and worsening whatever illness she had would not help our escape. It certainly would do nothing to help Sword.
Writing Challenge 2014 August

Another month…another unfinished scene.

In my defense, my brother was home for a while. And since it’s his job to spend years at a time in other countries, it seemed a bit more important to see him in my limited free time instead of doing the writing challenge. Next year. When I do this challenge next year I swear I’ll be better at actually finishing the scenes.

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A brief update on where some of my writerly things stand:

1) Hindsight Draft 4 is not even close to done, so I will not be finishing that before November. Instead I'll just take a month-long break from it, let it chill, and delve into it come December. There's a lot of work to do for it, and I got really stuck on the beginning (like always). I'm still happier with this version than the last one though, so I know I'm headed in the right direction! I've also been thinking over a few things for later books that make a lot of sense and I can keep those things in mind during Hindsight. I think this version might just turn out well, if I have the time to work on it that is!

2) I have had extremely limited time to work on Magician and the Knight, and I really miss it. I'm anxious to get back into it after November! I have been doing some doodling for it, which is fun. But nothing that I'd want to put up on Deviantart (not to mention most of it's been on sticky-notes). Merek, Roscoe, your stories will be written! 

3) Writing Challenge. As you can see here on Deviantart, I've been pretty good about getting the challenge done these last few months. I did, as I mentioned in October's version, shorten the scene to compensate for the crazy, hectic months that are October and November--but that's probably for the best.

And lastly:

4) NaNoWriMo! Saturday is the first day of November. Which means I will be working almost exclusively on The Many Lives of Gregory Marnes! Greg Marnes, as I will be calling the story for short, is mostly about accidental time travel as far as I can tell so far. It's my first time writing a time travel novel, so we'll see what happens. As usual, I'm going into NaNo with little to no plan. I was getting really stressed over NaNo for the last week or so until I had a realization that I wasn't following my own knowledge of the month. It's quantity, not quality. It's a first draft, not anything I will publish right away. I had the epiphany that look at Hindsight. Look at how different it is now than it was November 2010. Whatever crazy, foolish things I come up with, however many paragraphs about bread and butter, it doesn't matter. What I write in November is nothing but flinging words on a page trying to figure out which ones stick themselves into a decent plot. I don't need to be accurate. I don't need to be perfect. I just need to write it. And that's what I'm going to do.

Anyway, like I said this has just been an update on my current major projects. There's so much I want to do for my writing, if only I had the time for it all!

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