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At least that's what it looks like. Of course day two of NaNoWriMo brings anything but.
There is a sandstorm in my mind and I'm trying to see my way through it. This takes a lot of thinking, thinking, which is easiest to do when I'm sitting, sitting. Face blank. Comfortable with legs crossed. Against the dark screen of my closed eyelids, I'm pretty sure I saw my character run that direction. And in my mind, I'm off to follow him.
How are things with all of you? Here's some magic to hold on to in your own struggle with dust devils...
Moment of Magic: