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A scene written, 641 words. We have pirates in the house. I just have to get myself working earlier in the day and stop farting around on the internet.
I need to write a review of Broken, which I got a review copy of (it hits a lot of my buttons: nationalism, totalitarianism, dystopia; there are a few little things, but they don't hinder my enjoyment, anyway) and read on Sunday. I've been trying to decide if I want to read it a second time before reviewing it. It's only 388 pages; that's about 4 hours.
I also need to finish my blog tour of Germany, because when I get to the end, I get to talk about Berlin for an entire entry. You'd think that would be easy, because it's my favorite place EVER, but that just makes it harder.
One sentence today: Atesh’s gut told him these pirates were Sons of Mars. Ivanov’s research would confirm it.
I need to write a review of Broken, which I got a review copy of (it hits a lot of my buttons: nationalism, totalitarianism, dystopia; there are a few little things, but they don't hinder my enjoyment, anyway) and read on Sunday. I've been trying to decide if I want to read it a second time before reviewing it. It's only 388 pages; that's about 4 hours.
I also need to finish my blog tour of Germany, because when I get to the end, I get to talk about Berlin for an entire entry. You'd think that would be easy, because it's my favorite place EVER, but that just makes it harder.
One sentence today: Atesh’s gut told him these pirates were Sons of Mars. Ivanov’s research would confirm it.
