Today: March 4, 2019

The Seagulls are here. The low morning hum of buses going down third avenue and the occasional beeping of a delivery truck has been augmented by their faint and high-pitched cries. There is a flare of sunlight coming around our black roller shades, brightening the room just a little, despite our intentions to keep it dark. Is this Spring?

Today’s work is simple. I have three stories to work on, and for each I’ll sit quietly for a moment and try to crawl into the head of my protagonist, like a gundam driver settling into the harness. I need to feel the person before I can write for them. I need to remember who they are.


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