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happy thoughts
I rode home last night, and although it started raining just about at the halfway point, it felt just fantastically invigorating. To show up, at home, panting from that last bit of exertion, my glasses fogged, and then jump right into the game: a wonderful thing. We had pizza and did battle against an owlbear, who we almost took down. (”Did I cleave him this time? Did I?”)
And as I was drifting off to sleep, a bit of a poem started unwinding in my head, something directly to do with the novel, and rather than just let it go, I turned on the light, scrounged for pen/paper, and wrote it out, past that inspiration point and only then went to sleep.
