Dear Saturday,
I swear, y’all are just playing with me. You seem very Sunday-like today.
Love,
Kevin
(23 February 2019)
Dear Saturday,
I swear, y’all are just playing with me. You seem very Sunday-like today.
Love,
Kevin
(23 February 2019)
Dear Friday,
You seem rather Saturday-like. Did Thursday put you up to this?
Love,
Kevin
(22 February 2019)
Dear Thursday,
We had quite the busy day, didn’t we? Are you sure you’re not Friday?
Love,
Kevin
(21 February 2019)
Images from the day…
Apropos of nothing, I finally took my typewriter to have it properly cleaned and serviced. Because the only shop in the Seattle area that works on typewriters is in Bremerton and I live north of Seattle, it was a half-day trip: about one hour on the ferry each way, waiting for the better part of an hour for the ferry trip back, travel time to and from the ferry docks—and maybe ten minutes at most at the repair shop to drop off the typewriter and get an estimate. I will be doing this again in about three weeks.
(21 February 2019)
Making some use of waking up around midnight…
Here is a lo-res screenshot of the dust jacket:
I opted to chuck the fake cut-out text, as it didn’t quite feel right.
I have nudged the title on the front cover up slightly; otherwise this is essentially finished. I am going to let it sit for a day or two, just in case. That will give me time to make sure I’m satisfied with the interior,
(20 February 2019)
Dear Wednesday,
It’s almost a book…
Love,
Kevin
(20 February 2019)
Dear Tuesday,
Welcome to the shadow period…
Love,
Kevin
(19 February 2019)
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