I act it out in my head. Become the character. It means I can only write dialog for a few hours before I lose focus or get saturated but I find it effective.

There is hope in ceasefires. The real test is the new buffer zone in Lebanon; if settlers start moving in we will know that it was not about security, it was expansion. Just like the west bank. Not that anyone will say anything.

No...... [Slowly backing away]

Nope. 66 and as far from boomer or Maga as you can get.

In the vent diagram of cohorts gen-z vs whatever may not be the unifying characteristic. Where they live, economic position and so on may be better predictors.

A bill passed the Senate last night 100-0 to fund TSA, the Coast Guard and FEMA. If Speaker Johnson called it for a vote it would pass easily.

But he won’t do that. Because Trump has ordered him to keep TSA shut down and keep the chaos.

Pure incompetence.

Have you noticed how let's be honest with each other usual means tell me what I want to hear.

Crisp sandwhich.

😕I live in Seattle and it's march.

I love getting auto blocked on blue sky. It weeds out the people that are only here to preach and judge.

3rd time is a charm. Will seatown actually send the right tech to service me boiler or will I wait another day?

At least they have a new complement useless ai phone agent.

You roll down my street in your gleaming new car
I've got no secrets, cash or time left to give you
but I've got something else for you, my friend
A crack in the restless night, a broken bone on the pavement
Angel's delight was a recurring statement

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Friends and disinterested adults.

A natural progression from Dire Straits. Tomorrow Fatima Mansions!

She flops across the bed and reaches for it. Her hand hovers over the zipper. Is this too personal? It’s just an address book, old writing paper. Sentimental junk.
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Exciting news.

Editor hired.
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An image of Max talking to a girl at his party flashes in my mind. It brings back memories of a hangover and Dusty frog-marching me out. The girl was Nichola, of course it was!
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Okay peeps. Draft is done (OK it's probably draft 10 after a complete rewrite), I'm in the process of locking down an editor and I have alpha readers. Web site is up.

When do I start taking about the book, send to publishers etc?

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Okay peeps. Draft is done (OK it's probably draft 10 after a complete rewrite), I'm in the process of locking down an editor and I had be aka readers. Web site is up.

When do I start taking about the book, send to publishers etc?

Installed solar and batteries. We drive electric cars. Are gas prices up?🤷‍♂️

Does playing the victim absolve you of accountability for your actions?

“I didn’t know you worked here, Steve.”
She is standing right behind me.
“I didn’t know you worked for Coopers.”
“You really should listen more”. Then she leans in and gives me a hug.
“You two know each other?” asks Mel.
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The woman goes rigid. Flushes. Tries to stand, but Nichola’s hand is already on her wrist. Not rough, but firm. Commanding. She pivots the woman, walks her to the end of the bar, and sets her on a stool. Efficient. Graceful. Unmistakably dominant.
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After a while he says, “He had a daughter.”
“What?”
“A daughter. And a wife. Probably a brother. He wasn’t the bitter loser we made him out to be. Someone loved him.”
No, how would he know?
“You don’t know that.”
“We have to go to the police, Steve.”
“Why?”
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Nichola’s there again, by the meat. I turn down … bread. I don’t need bread. I must look like an idiot. She moves and walks over to the deli and Gordon. She says something to him, and he walks away. Does she know Gordon.
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“Come on, don’t be like that,” Max coaxes. “He couldn’t have known.”
“Known what?” she cuts him off.
Max seems lost for words—unsure of himself. “He was…”
“Please... I need to leave.”
She opens the door and races down the path
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How are you?

Steve, it’s Mark. Miller. Sorry I’ve not returned your calls or, well, been in touch for … ever. You can’t blame me. Sorry, that was — anyway, I know why you called. I’ve been — it’s best if we talk. We need to talk. Do not tell Max I called.
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Website coming soon

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Any recommendations for a website tool/hoster for authors?

Solicitation will be ignored. Authors only.

Interesting that this excerpt good me blocked by a bunch of people.