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You can basically follow me building my books, struggling with my characters and putting them through hardship.
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Wrote 700 words for Sun in the morning. And now I have plans for him. He would not like them, of course.
In the afternoon, I wrote a difficult email, and that just threw me for the rest of the day. Comfort book helped, but I didn't get anything else done from my todo-list. Even self-care was hard.
It happens.
Have some Sun:
Laisal sighed. βI have not prepared as well as I should have. That was a grave error and it brings great danger to us. I apologize.β
Sun stared at her in shock. Priests never admitted mistakes. And yes, maybe it had been a mistake not to bring as many provisions as they needed if they had to cross a dry region, but neither of them had known.
βIt will be fine,β he said, simply because Laisal looked so small and worried. βI canβt bring us water like Moon would, but maybe I can discover a few tricks. If I dream of him again.β