... it's mine.I wrote an entire scene last night. It was short, and it took a herculean effort to mentally shed the real estate crap that's stinking up the landscape, but the end of this book is near.
Baby steps. I'm taking baby steps.
(By the way, that's a baby lemur up there. An Aye-Aye. Next time you're in town, stop by the Duke Primate Center. Lotsa lemurs, inlcuding a few of these Nosferatu-lookin' critters.)
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Could you maybe send one of those freaky baby lemurs in a discrete package to the young buyers who've backed out on you? That would be a nice sort of vengeance, knowing they both crapped their pants upon opening the package...
Was that the inspiration for the movie gremlins?
Back in the saddle, I see. Good. The first book was too goddamn good to let the second one linger. Write, damn you! Write!
And the crowd gets fired up. First, quiet: "write, write", then louder, "write, WRITE", feet stomping, yelling, shouting, WRITE! WRITE WRITE!".
Yes. Write.
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