Hello, August 30th 2023. Why so hot?

There's a little prompt on my interface, it says, "Enter your content here." Which reminds me of an encounter I had with someone in the first week or two of the WGA strike (Day 121 in the house!).

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But What's Happening Right Now, at 1:25pm PST on July, 14th 2023?

Well, for one thing, it's Bastille Day! Take that, fucking Monarchists!

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 7

The Prince was still in the commode, and Dudley Lane was wondering if he shouldn’t get up and check on the boy.

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 6

General Jack was yelling for her. What did the boy want now? He’d had some troubling thought no doubt. That was the usual reason he’d be needing her.

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 5

“What the hell is the man doing out there? Etta, come see this. Do you see what I’m looking at? Etta?”

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 4

Tote Sharpe would be damn fucked if he would allow another Lane to rule over this great land. No one could tell him that the reign of Malvern had been anything but a bit of Lane puppetry.

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 3

The Queen could hear his voice, so close and low in her ear, over and over saying the same thing, "Silly woman, you must stop now being so silly." But she couldn’t stop.

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A Book He Started Writing Once: Part 2

The Queen was screaming again. Well, perhaps more accurate to say that the Queen was screaming still.

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A Book He Started Writing Once: part I

Theo was drunk in a whorehouse when he got word that his father was dead.

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A Short Film He Made Once

Pillory agents were everywhere. Yancy could smell them. The waxy, newly minted reek of them was thick, turning her stomach. She seen the insides of one of them once. Back when she'd run the cracked cement of the river with Lack Luster and Envy Phenis.

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Crossing

He had an idea for a story once. About an iron building that trapped a wizard inside. Wizards were really a thing for him. This was a particularly nasty wizard.

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Every Word Was Himself

There was the time he spent not sure if he'd ever get his mind back. Something was in residence is what it felt like to him. His thoughts constantly angling where he didn't want them to go.

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