The Prequel's Progress: 26133, after a false start on Wednesday when I sat down to work only to discover that I'd sprained my butt again during the bowling. Very hard to sit and write when your mind keeps drawing up short at "OW, MY ASS!" every time you shift your weight... But (and butt) back on track tonight, having decided this morning that what the Project needed was a nice rip-roaring plague visited upon it. Since I had already established that one character's mother would die during the last third of the proceedings, yet been at a loss as to the cause of death since the timing was such that it would be neither old-age nor childbearing related, a plague seems just the thing. Mm, mayhem...
Plague notion perhaps inspired by continuing allergy symptoms. "24 hour relief", my aching ass.
Plague notion perhaps inspired by continuing allergy symptoms. "24 hour relief", my aching ass.
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