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So I ditched my other working novel and have picked up an old one I started in ’99.

Feels pretty good so far––meaning, I have a desire to finish up a draft whereas w/ the other it was a total chore. Novels and stories work that way, I suppose, there’s always an appropriate time and place to dip back in.

I know somehow I’ll get back to my other flighty vain characters again––they’re horribly endearing, somehow.

So, for now I’ll be wading in wily waters of the Subcontinent once again.