On the way to work this morning I saw a pimp driving through downtown Bloomington. Things have changed around here.
Yesterday I got some more edit work done, but that's all because it was one of those days where there wasn't a CONSTANT stream of people, just an interruption every time I got into something. So the best I could do is a minute here and a minute there, fixing stuff a little.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Bloomington is the happenin' place, I guess.
A little work is better than none! Persist, persist.
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