One brick at a time
A rumination on how big things are made up of small things, and on having to start somewhere!
A rumination on how big things are made up of small things, and on having to start somewhere!
I had today set aside for writing a chapter. I spent it driving back into Wisconsin after spending Thanksgiving with family, there, as one of those family members has had a health crisis. There may yet be a chapter this week; just not on its usual schedule.
Between having a cold and having some other things I needed to knock off my TODO list this weekend, a chapter did not get written this week. That said, I have some stuff to say! 6 November marked two years of posting this story (almost) every week. This is a
Newer York, 8 Tammuz 2541 AS While everybody seemed to be in agreement that they should continue as they had planned, nobody really seemed to know how to move matters forward. Worse, Singer found she was having a harder time than usual keeping other people's emotions out of
Newer York, 8 Tammuz 2541 AS The next morning was much like the morning two days ago when they'd first traveled to Government Center, except that there was no new report to occupy their minds on the ride. Also, of course, Alexander was with them, this time, zir