Monday, August 18, 2003
How the hell can it be the 18th? That's ridiculous. The acceleration is accelerating again.
Yesterday I wrote a paltry 283 words on Chapter Seven of Murder of Angels. The words simply would not do as I wished. In theory, if I write extra today and tomorrow I can make up for yesterday's loss and stay on schedule. In theory.
No. I have nothing else to say here today.
12:23 PM