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200 words tonight. Bah. I'm taking tomorrow morning and writing, dammit. I have to be able to do better than this! But not when I'm falling asleep on my keyboard. :)
Maybe I shouldn't have given up soda?
Metrics for Seasons
Starting line: She replied with soft answers to his questions, her gentle voice helping to deflect the heat from their glares.
Ending line: Even in the reinforced Crown Vic, Findlay felt the shockwave flow through him.
Darling: Masterson was next, moving with a sinuous kind of grace that sent chills down Findlay’s spine.
Okay, bed now. Write more booms tomorrow.
Maybe I shouldn't have given up soda?
Metrics for Seasons
Starting line: She replied with soft answers to his questions, her gentle voice helping to deflect the heat from their glares.
Ending line: Even in the reinforced Crown Vic, Findlay felt the shockwave flow through him.
Darling: Masterson was next, moving with a sinuous kind of grace that sent chills down Findlay’s spine.
Okay, bed now. Write more booms tomorrow.
