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[desperance]

That's a pagecount. 372. I ought properly to be head down and charging by now, but as we know, Carl, we were interrupted. I no can haz momentum.

Even so, I could perhaps finish this book in fifty pages.

I can, as it happens, write fifty pages in a week. I'm no good at deathmarches, we've established that, but still. Seven pages a day, I can do that. I can.

There's a week left before the end of November. Which was my original private deadline to finish this book. Which I had abandoned in view of hospitals and hurty and such, but...

I have nothing booked in, for next week. It is a blank on the wallchart.

Seven pages a day.

I can, y'know. I can do that.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is true. But we are now at the end of that, and it has not ended.

Can I stand on my head in a bucket of shit if I have no idea when it's going to end? After I've done it for a full eight days already?

[handworn.livejournal.com]

You can do anything you want. ;-)