I stagger in to merely tell you that I am alive, and am three days ahead of schedule for Camp. It's a lovely feeling, but it's hot out and I feel very tired. Such is writing. And I'm not even done for today.
I rejoice in the fact that I have managed to wrangle a blue whale into the narrative. This will not be the last time. I'm also happy about how the story is developing a plot all on its own, with minimal input from me. I find this to be very considerate.
Word Count: 11,658
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