The laws of entropy dictate that all is sliding to chaos. At left, illustrated by Bob Embleton's lovely image, a tanker once full of utility now forever hauling futility.
I need to outline some of my nea rterm projects here for my own good. If I disclose them here, I'm likely to complete them.
Unwanted Presents: finish short story in Christmastown.
Wabi: revise short-story murder in Wabakimi Park.
Kait: redraft this bloody mess. Get a conflict for the short-story.
What the Crow Saw: draft the short story.
Banker's Son: Shoot Gene Angel and get away with it. Cut this short out of Last Days in Paradise and draft it cleanly. It can stand alone.
There, that's some work.
I don't want to blow to seed. I think I am going to submit Crow to Beat to a Pulp. I hope it can make the cut.
Now, work the plan. Write mule, write.
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