I couldn’t bring myself to write on my break today, so I worked late in the office and chipped it off bit by bit while answering some emails. I don’t mind working late so much, especially as it’s only half working if I’m writing outside of my break, but I still feel rough. Project4 took a step today. Whether that’s a step forwards or backwards is too hard to nail down at this point, and I won’t know for sure until Monday, or even then I imagine. And in either case, it’s only one part of the Rube Goldberg machine I’ve spent the better part of two and a half months now assembling in the real world rather than a theoretical one. It’s still a long way from a certain thing, but I can I hope make this into a positive. Again, sorry for being so cryptic; you’ll understand when the time comes.
HOF is, nearly done. That’s the best I can say about it at this point. I’m hoping when I reread it in a year I find it’s nowehere near as bad as I remember it being, but I doubt that somehow. TUS on the other hand, while it’s not going to have daily updates like I once hoped, is still marching forwards quite well. I need to sort a link to my ScribbleHub from here at some point, even if that is close to pointless. Still, I like you, my dear imaginary reader, to feel you can follow my progress, even if on a macro layer of my life I have no idea where the road ahead is going. Just gotta keep hoping I guess.
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