I worked over at my sister's house today. It's always so strange to me to be in homes where there are no toys littered across all the floors and the sounds are mostly of adult conversation, or--glory of glories!--silence. It's kind of disorienting.
Michael's Writing Process Useless Fact #217: I type in Baskerville Old Face font. It's almost exactly the same size as Times but feels more old-timey and writerly. Every little detail counts.
It's late enough that any other thoughts I'm contemplating are slipping away from my frontal lobes faster than I can catch them. I'll try to give some kind of update on life outside the writing (does that pesky old thing still exist?) soon.
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