Halfway through the third & final chapter for the RATTLESNAKE DANCES proposal. I made myself swoon a little while writing it. Sadly for Jo, she was too busy to have a proper swoon herself. :)
Dammit, I keep thinking of things to blog and then they fall out of my head when I sit down to write about them. :p
Oh, right, there was this! A call for a general strike in America.
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