Writing Diary 2026 #3 (January 7th)

 Well, it's been a few days. Not much progress has been made. I think I'm starting over yet again. I have another idea, I have renewed hope for motivation, etc. I also made a new website over the past couple days, but it's still barebones. It may stay that way forever, who knows. That's at www.1800newgods.com if you want to check it out. If you get the reference, email me. Okay bye.

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