#Whole30 #Writing Log: Day 22

Free Fiction Has Come from the Wilds (3)

After a day of crazy grading in the basement while the boys go nuts upstairs with Bo, a day of watched breathing and breaks for sunshine, I am typed-out. It’s time for a dusk of old haunts in old towns.


Just another week, my friends.

We got this.

Read on, share on, and write on, my friends!

19 thoughts on “#Whole30 #Writing Log: Day 22

    • Thank you! I couldn’t help myself when the dusk colors like that and one of the many churches of the town dominates one of the town’s lakes (because sure, why can’t a town have three lakes? Or is it five. They’ve a bunch, is my point). πŸ™‚


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