"She found him in the magicians' gym, where she should have expected him all along."
Which then explains why I was stuck for two months while she stood there waiting at his door. She was looking in the wrong place.
And just like that, the words come purling down the pipe once again.
Funny how that is.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Because the Spice Must Flow
Labels:
Black Desert,
the writing life
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