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New lines for latest song lyrics game.
I usually think of September as the first month of summer in San Francisco (although it's been unseasonably cold this year, overcast and chilly for the last week at least), but I'm reminded that it's really not, because on the nights I work until 8pm it's now full dark when I leave the office. A taste of winter a few months early.
It occurs to me that this may be the first time I've gone longer than a week without posting any new fiction (except for time periods where travel took me away from writing) since I started putting my work on FFN. It feels very strange.
I usually think of September as the first month of summer in San Francisco (although it's been unseasonably cold this year, overcast and chilly for the last week at least), but I'm reminded that it's really not, because on the nights I work until 8pm it's now full dark when I leave the office. A taste of winter a few months early.
It occurs to me that this may be the first time I've gone longer than a week without posting any new fiction (except for time periods where travel took me away from writing) since I started putting my work on FFN. It feels very strange.