Five hundred words on YAWT (Yet Another Working Title) amid heavy editing. Plus I learned just enough about Corona Discharge to scare myself. The name sounds awful, like something you'd see soaking into the dirt out back of a border town tavern. But I assure you, it's not anything like that.
Crap. That image is now burned into my brain. I'm going to stop describing stuff now.
Crap. That image is now burned into my brain. I'm going to stop describing stuff now.
- Location:Fireside Coffee Lodge
- Mood:
amused


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