What a perfect afternoon. I am here, with a warm cat snoozing on my lap, trying to write. Probably failing, but trying. It's not easy work, getting the letters of the alphabet to recreate the sound of an old typewriter. But that's what Martin K. Tytell deserves, and so I'll keep on trying till I get it.
It feels good to sit down to write. For that to be my purpose. Like a nice long stretch after a nap.
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