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desperance...and time for breakfast now. Wants coffee. *wants*
And I don't know how much more I'll write today; I have to go to Chesterfield. I'll take the toy typing device, of course, and maybe I'll work on the train, and maybe I'll work in pubs & cafes when I get there, and tomorrow too before I come home. Maybe. Right now, despite deadlines and death-marches and the pressure of the thing itself, the loom of climax in my head, I'm not feeling too frantic about that. I'm tired...
And I don't know how much more I'll write today; I have to go to Chesterfield. I'll take the toy typing device, of course, and maybe I'll work on the train, and maybe I'll work in pubs & cafes when I get there, and tomorrow too before I come home. Maybe. Right now, despite deadlines and death-marches and the pressure of the thing itself, the loom of climax in my head, I'm not feeling too frantic about that. I'm tired...