” […] I’m afraid you’re on your own.”
This, then, was the other shoe I had been waiting for. I was back on familiar territory. Hostile territory. “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be discreet.” The first step to that, though, was calling Nelly. If I was lucky, she could get me eyes inside the commune before I ever went in myself.
from Incognito: the Vertical Street
It’s always a trade-off, it seems. I got my words done early today, after several days of procrastinating, and instead the scene ran short. Oh well. I had been unhappy with the scene plan I had and managed to turn it into something better, something I actually wanted to write, so I’ll call this a win.