So. My writing ‘to-do’ list was nicely granular. So far I’ve:
That went well. And quickly. Which means, I suppose, that I’m up to:
Well, then. That’s quite a jump from ten days ago, when I wasn’t writing, hadn’t been writing, and would probably never write again.
Now: where does one send a Steampunk Poe pastiche, and what does one call it besides “The Steampunk Heart”, which is arguably the worst name ever?
Crossposted from Epinephrine & Sophistry