There must apparently be some kind of benevolent deity in your world. I don't know if you acknowledge the gods of my time, the Christian God, or some other variant of deity. In truth, it doesn't matter.
Jen is in a place she calls the Writers' Colony at Dairy Hollow in Eureka Springs, Arkansas.
She is working on my story!
Thank whatever god you believe in. It is nigh a miracle to me, I kid you not. I had given up hope that she would ever return to me and my story. Especially once she started talking about this new idea she has that she calls "Navajo Rose," whatever the bloody hell that is.
I don't know if she will work on mine and my ancestor's exclusively, but the fact that she will be working on it at least some of the time is cause for celebration.
Break out the ale and mead!
A seirc.
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