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desperanceOkay. I am back where I belong, down below where only the wind's voice reaches.
320 is the number of the words I have written today. So far. You should probably expect liveblogging of wordcount every page or so. And not much else. Limit your expectations. (Tho' I will just say, I passed a church today with a sign outside: "What are you giving up for Lent? How about texting?" That was it: no development, no obvious wordplay, no introduction of a biblical text or anything. Take it at face value, then: they suggest that you stop talking to your friends for a month. Presumably contact is frivolous, unnecessary, unspiritual. Bah, I say; also, humbug. So.)
320 is the number of the words I have written today. So far. You should probably expect liveblogging of wordcount every page or so. And not much else. Limit your expectations. (Tho' I will just say, I passed a church today with a sign outside: "What are you giving up for Lent? How about texting?" That was it: no development, no obvious wordplay, no introduction of a biblical text or anything. Take it at face value, then: they suggest that you stop talking to your friends for a month. Presumably contact is frivolous, unnecessary, unspiritual. Bah, I say; also, humbug. So.)