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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.)

Comments

[Helena]

Ooh, I'll vote for that holiday.

Hooray for progress!

[sam]

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

[Ute]

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.