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So, today is my birthday. The Earth has circled the sun some 64 times since I arrived and this morning I was gifted with a moderate migraine when I opened my eyes.

Luckily, I had already arranged to take today and tomorrow off from the day-job, but back on Friday, so nothing is expected of me.

The migraine subsided after lunch, and I even managed about 900 words on my 80s cinephile horror novel bring the total to just over 19,000. That’s anywhere from one quarter to one fifth done depending on how it shakes out. The story has seen two ‘on screen’ deaths, one off-screen and a good friend corrupted by a released evil. Yeah, in other words, a good time.

Writing a novel set in a time period I remember but also one that is a little fuzzy is interesting. I was just about to have a character comment on Ted Turner colorizing classics, evil, evil man, but a bit of quick research showed that did not really break big for another 4 years.