Only jaylake and myself at the coffee shop tonight, and we only overlapped for about an hour. I stayed for another half-hour after he left, but didn't quite make 500 words for the night.
Sometimes I wonder if I am just throwing in incidents to take up space. This chapter was exceedingly thin in the outline. But each thing follows naturally from what preceded. I really need to be building up Rachel's backstory and inner life more, though.
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By the way... Does anyone know where the original phrase "ink-stained wretch" came from? A quick Google suggests that it is a known phrase but doesn't hint at its origin.