I don't know, but writing has become a kind of lifeline for me, post NaNoRiMo. The ideas keep on coming, but they don't want to go anywhere. Or maybe I've been forcing them. Who knows - not me, that's for certain. I'm feeling very floaty and unmoored these days - maybe unhinged is the better word - and writing is the only thing that helps keep it more or less together.
Barbara, are you there?
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