Was up lateish. Took dried prune powder with a tumbler of water as I am still backed up since yesterday. Seems to be working. Don’t know if I want to head out later. Managed to get cleaned well. Lots of people trying to live in my space. One towing another. Hope it works out well.
Waiting for Dad to come home from hospital. Hope my blood results are good enough. British forces feeling bad over the bullying they’ve done, and are pressing onto me. Can’t help them much.
Back from a brief 20 minute walk with Mom. Scrambling eggs and cheese for lunch. I need to re-read my novella as it’s worrying me. Did I write something trans-genre and what happens to such stories?
Did some research into non-genre specific novels and they are not without plus points. Some say classics are born from novels written ‘just because’, not intending to please a readership of die hard fans. I remember reading Stephen King’s Different Seasons, and thought it refreshing. John Wyndham’s speculative non-genre specific novels are also good reads, especially The Chrysalids.
My novella is harder to understand, not being intended for younger readers. Yet it seems to me, a little less mature than normal for its subject.
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Turning in soon. Talked with world leaders about the coming final week of Daniel. We settled on less / more controlled violence, and more talk / negotiations.
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