Did the dishes which afforded me room to start doing some bottles. Unfortunately, I have close to another score to go. At done point I’ll need to go through the bottles and identify any screw top ones, as they are inherently of a weaker sort.
One of those oddities is that the more I write, the more archaic and formal my English becomes. Do I think in these terms but have them overwritten by the insane stuff I read?
I’m thinking of trying my hand at Nanowrimo again, even with the terrible failure of last year. Obviously out would be to late to start this right now, but an automatically narrated video game that was turned into prose could be beautiful.
Peter's stuff.