I arrived at the writing cabin in the pre-dawn hour.
Lisa let me in, and she was already in her seasonal outfit. Today she was a gingerbread girl complete with some kind of white piping sewn around the hem of her miniskirt. Candy cane striped thigh-high stockings ended just shy of her dress. “Wow! Two days in a row? It’s almost like old times.”
“Almost. I have to cut it short today, but don’t want to squander the hours I have.”
“Then you’d better get started.” She got behind me and pushed me toward the writing office.
I intended to get the ship underway, but still had a couple of loose ends to wrap up in Tusconi. I took care of those and managed to make sail before I stopped.
It only came to about 800 words today, but like I noted, there were limited hours available. The good news…
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