What I was doing was…
Writing novel words. Wrote 350 of em after getting home from a long, late day in the office. Just a knackering and full day, following some crummy sleep last night -but found this ink/bleach piece of art I made which I’d forgotten about. Feeling done in! Tomorrow is another day… is it?
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