I just cancelled plans to work on the story that I'm writing not for a deadline so basically IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING LET THE RECLUSIVE BEHAVIOR IN THE PRIME OF MY LIFE BEGIN

(I’m joking, kind of, but I’m also very excited to be excited about working on something. And I wouldn’t be opposed to a Dickinson phase in which I make someone feed me through the window and then go away.)

Anyway, that is all.

xx, Tab.