If you want a Pepsi, pal, you gotta pay for it!
Okay, it's 10 at 10 ... 1985. And as I'm listening to Marty McFly deal with the trouble of getting spun back in time, I'm considering the difficulty of writing about the present moment.
The Project is getting there, and I'm starting to write about my current life. For some reason that's more difficult -- not emotionally, but craft-wise -- than writing about the past. Riddle me that one, McFly.
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