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Winter weather advisory ended at 0700 on this, snow day number (N): seems like Fridays have been snowdays by default these last several weeks. A sleet downpour last night – never seen anything quite like it – and much slipping and sliding during the pre-bedtime dogchildren outdoor ablutions. Settled to flurries by this morning's waking; probably an inch of snow under a deep unknown quantity of ice – though, to judge by the current snowstate, we could end up with a lot more than that. Or not... Closer and closer to knowing what the next chunk of this new-thing-a-decade-old is; the dogchildren require sustenance / back to work / the day awaits.

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Clearly, a weird weather day ahead: Pouring rain right now, a foot of snow continuing to melt, an inch of snow and ice forecast for evening and overnight. Creeks throwing a fit, Puppers refusing to go have a piss outside. Vigil against potential office flooding has begun though I don't think it will rain hard enough to break through but at this point, who knows.

On the bright side, fully – thanks to the help of a friend (whose work never ceases to amaze) that helped me see what I hadn't been seeing – cracked this comics thing / prelude after a decade of trying. It also took a line I had thought was the start of a fourth story module to reveal itself as an integral line in this comics thing to bring it all together. A few more nips and tucks to the script and then I have to figure out what to do with it – because this thing IS coming to life: my 15 years of comics writing heartbreak WILL end this year goddammit.

Think that's it – at least it's all I've written down up to now. The dogchildren require sustenance; the day awaits.

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I'd forgotten how much fun doing podcast interviews can be when I don't spend most of the conversation terrified that it won't record: bowled over by the ease of the Mac Mini and the Scarlett, the anticlimactic "test / check" that lasted all of two seconds because it just WORKS; hopefully this relief translates into being open to doing more TSR conversations and, in so doing, continuing to grow and refresh my interview chops.

Ebbing of the terror had another effect this morning: dug out a project that had been in various stages of work and mothballs for the last decade or so and finally cracked it and, unless the next workchunk yields caution, have found a near-final version of a prelude. Nice to have see a glimmer of creative ability once more; I needed this little victory.

The day awaits.

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