Day two went well, I think. A six hundred word fable, based on an image I've had in my head of a garden/forest inside a medieval castle that is filled with hanged people. Very sad little story, no doubt the result of watching the Last Unicorn this weekend. Damn, that Beagle is the master of melancholy enchantment, for sure, like a Bernard Malmud of fantasy.

On to the novel, where battle plans await.

JSR

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