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Something good, finally

The last 36 hours have been good.
I have landed two writing gigs that will keep me busy for the next few months, I am revising a novel because there is a publisher that might like to give it a look, and today I sat down and cold-wrote two thousand words in one hour – the start of a story I will publish under an alias, and my current personal record.

The year 2020was tough, and this winter put me to sleep, but apparently I’m coming out of hibernation, finally.
Writing comes easy again.
Which is good, because the bills will not pay themselves.

So the plan now is to spend the weekend writing – even slowing down to 500/750 words per hour, by Monday my new story will be ready – unless, as I fear, should it decide to develop more than expected.
And yes, it feels good to be back.