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01 am.
Max is sitting at the desk, only illuminated by the glare from the computer screen.
He takes out a large envelope, stuffs about 250 printed manuscript pages into it. Seals the envelope, sits a moment, and then dates it and marks it as "Scrolls and dolls". After a quiet little sniffle it joins two older, more yellowed envelopes, in the bottom drawer of the metal filing cabinet beside the desk.
Aka the trunk.
*sniff*
Scrolls & Dolls just didn't work as intended, and it was so different from what I'm writing otherwize. Sometimes you've got to cut and run and make room for more productive stuff.
*sniff*
But I'll rescue it. One day. One day... I'll free all of them, all the huddled Myrtles, yearning to breathe free.
*sniffle*
Anyways, it makes my third trunked novel. How many have you got, exactly?
Max is sitting at the desk, only illuminated by the glare from the computer screen.
He takes out a large envelope, stuffs about 250 printed manuscript pages into it. Seals the envelope, sits a moment, and then dates it and marks it as "Scrolls and dolls". After a quiet little sniffle it joins two older, more yellowed envelopes, in the bottom drawer of the metal filing cabinet beside the desk.
Aka the trunk.
*sniff*
Scrolls & Dolls just didn't work as intended, and it was so different from what I'm writing otherwize. Sometimes you've got to cut and run and make room for more productive stuff.
*sniff*
But I'll rescue it. One day. One day... I'll free all of them, all the huddled Myrtles, yearning to breathe free.
*sniffle*
Anyways, it makes my third trunked novel. How many have you got, exactly?
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