Yes, I’m still alive. I’m been kind-of in a funk lately and haven’t felt much like posting. Mostly I’ve been watching TV and sleeping.
Today I’ve been tightening up a story I’m working on, so this post is about how much it hurts to cut favorite lines.
It was a look that was both familiar and cold blooded, a monofilament-thin link across an uncrossable gulf. A gulf between man and fish.
Okay, maybe it’s not that impressive if you don’t have the context. It still hurts to cut!
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