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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Stormy weather...
Every time I go to open a document, I hear thunder. So, it's late in the evening, and I'm calling it quits. I'll work on book 2, tomorrow. I did a lot of planning for book 5 (I can't seem to keep the hero out of my head), and I started the next scene in my head. I'll type it in, tomorrow. I worked on the project. More thunder, again. So, off I go. I must admit that storms are a bit of a trial. I endeavor to trust God, but memories of my computer processor exploding during a lightning storm are still pretty vivid, and it's been 7 or 8 years.
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