Alas, alack, and woe.

I don’t think I’m going to finish the cliché story in time to send it to Scalzi. I’m barfy, and the story isn’t finished. At this point, the story lacks conflict, and it just kind of stops rather than ends. I think it’s salvageable, just not by tomorrow.
The business trip gave me an idea that I think is flash. It would qualify for the cliché challenge if it was SF, but it’s fantasy. But I must commemorate that dire discussion this way so I didn’t waste half an hour of my life before I walked out. That, and it’s stuck in my head.

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