I spent last night working through a section that I might not use from a section of manuscript that I may have discarded before I left prison. Thing is, there is too much missing - well, so much missing - between somehow losing material before I got to Muncie and material lost to my runaway typist.
Tonight, I got home around 5. Today is my day to visit the sheriff. I got there on the 2:30 bus, after waiting outside a convenience store on Memorial. I had a minute wait for the bus back down town. Which is how I got more read of Carlos Fuentes. However, I did not get around to writing until after 6 pm - dinner and a shower - and only just now finished. I think I spent more time looking and thinking than in actual typing.
The plan is to type up the next section and revise for continuity later. I have no idea if that will work, only that it is the only idea I have.
And here I close, too tired for much more. Tomorrow, I will write about the ambulance here yesterday morning and my strange run-in tonight.
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