And lo, in the darkness of that most perilous age, the Year of our Lord 2020, as pestilence and wroth did grip the land, a writing-man strode forth unto the Barcast, slaying not less than a hundred and twenty minutes that stood before him. With his left hand he poured out a carafe of endless caffeination; with his right, he led a pone of stony gray, whose anger burned more powerfully than that time y’all got cut off in traffic. From Holder’s Boulder they yeeted

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The simple question of "How you guys doing?" ain't as prosaic as it used to be.

This is cool, new, and fits the mood

These last couple months of Coronavirus & related precautions have been like visiting a parallel reality. IMO it's not the "darkest timeline" that people joke about, but I sure miss the timeline that we splintered from back in March.

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I'm taking a sabbatical.

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I know. "Again? Who cares! It's cut stuff from an old fic!"

I've realized something, though, as I've been gathering this up: I'm doing this for me. I'm laying something to rest. I'm letting go of a lingering sense of what might-have-been, which in its own way is a part of the story of what ended-up-being.

Maybe it's even the last part of the story.

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As I mentioned last time: there's a mountain of cut content from To Serve In Hell, including some nuggets that I very much regretted having to take out. I've already shared a couple of those stronger moments with you, and discussed the thought process that lead to both adding and ultimately removing them.

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To Serve In Hell generated over 20,000 words of cut content, representing more than a fifth of its final length. Not all of it is fit for presentation. However, a few bits still strike me as memorable or interesting, and I'd like to take a moment to share a couple of them.

There are spoilers ahead... but at this point I figure most people who are going to read Hell have already done so. For anyone else, maybe this'll spark some interest?

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Yesterday was the first anniversary of Hell’s completion. True to form, I sat down a couple days ago to write something deep, significant, and retrospective. And just as true to form, that effort flamed-out into a hangdog bloodletting of pain and trauma which no one frankly needs to read.

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I’ve not slept well this week.

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Howdy, friends! I’ve got two more relevant items to throw your way this week.

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Two blogs in two days?!  Something must be up...

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