I will write every day. I had this habit once, and lost it. Gave it up, rather, trying to edit, to do other things. No more. I will write every day. There will be time for the rest. But I must write every day.

I wrote today. Five hundred words on a scene from long before the beginning of Fidelis. Getting to know Gabriel, and discovering why Fidelis is different.

Because he is. So very, very different.

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