Not a thousand, but better than zero.
(That’s words written today on The Book, in case you were wondering.)

And I also discovered that there is no magic in this world–none that really works, anyway–and that my main character is not, in fact, an orphan. She might as well be, though. Her mother is fairly useless.

Also: more saints. This is a very saint-heavy religion, and I discovered late this afternoon that everyone in this world picks a “heart-saint” at some point: a saint to whom you feel a special connection and to whom you offer special personal devotion.

Tomorrow: more writing, or maybe I’ll abandon all my valuable principles and spend the day reading in bed instead. (There should be a National Reading in Bed day, and it should be an official holiday on which everything, up to and including airports, is closed.)

About Molly Newman

Writer, cook and trivia/spelling bee hostess, living it up in North Portland.
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3 Responses to 524

  1. Helena says:

    Ooh, I’ll vote for that holiday.
    Hooray for progress!

  2. sam says:

    How about a national sitting outside in the plastic chairs in the shade reading and smoking too many cigarettes day?

  3. Ute says:

    Yes, hooray for progress. I just finished up two assignments, and my eyes are torched, my back aches and my throat is dry. I forgot to drink wine. 🙂
    But hey, I’m home… more freckly than ever and so glad to escape my trailer.

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