Whew. That’s a LOT of writing today. But I feel proud, because I can do that much writing in a day, enjoy an evening out to watch a friend’s performance, and return and do even MORE writing.

First line of this block:

On reaching the town square, we could see the gas lamps, the cobbled streets, almost Victorian.

Last line of this block:

When the door closed behind me with a final click, he didn’t move to acknowledge my departure.

Graph!

Rocketing on towards the end, dancing all night!