Still traveling and the internet around here looks like a dry river bed. So I’m typing once again one-fingered on my cell phone. It feels impossible that there can be such a tech famine these days in a major metropolitan center.
The Great Summer Writing Retreat of 2019 continues. One hundred days of writing unedited ideas and following a prompt to its sometimes illogical conclusion. And showing up. Every. Single. Day.
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