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| My novel progress chart, or N.P.C. |
It's maturing deep inside my brain, like cheese ripening in a dank cellar. The kind of cheese that you have to smoke and soak in alcohol in order for it to reach its full potential.
The kind of cheese that has mould running through it; it's not 'bad' mould though, it's a good, healthy mould formed by a special kind of bacteria called Glaxius Smithius Kleinius, which holds the cure for all known ills. Including rabies, psychopathy, ebola and morbid obesity. Probably.
I have done some work on three short stories which I've had on Word for about two years. I think I might finish one of them this week. If the weather remains as bad as it is...
