I am sitting at my computer, banished upstairs--or is it a voluntary withdrawal--while Hannah has a belated birthday sleepover. Five 13-ish year-olds. Oi. I don't remember many of the specifics of sleepovers at the age of 13, but the hyper, loud, trash-talking--that I remember.
But anaway...
The last few nights, I have worked on my opening to LNR, and 3 attempts later, I have something I am fairly pleased with. Of course, that is not set in stone, either. I have already erased one sentence of it, and the last sentence is still a fragment. But it is progress, and that is a good feeling.
Now I am going to think about it some more while I wait to be summoned downstairs for birthday cake. Then I am going to bed.
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