At last–a genuine reason to wear shades while writing, and not feel like Hunter Thompson.
Well, yeah, okay. Maybe a little like HST; there’s a scotch just out of frame. (And thus for the duration of the week, I shall be referring to the work-in-progress as Bad Craziness In Maine: A Savage Journey In The Heart Of Downeast.)
At least it’s not Bat Country . . .
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