freecycle

Someone just gave away an entire (not small) barn on local freecycle; it was claimed within about 48 hours (and if I had a place in the yard to put a barn, I'd've considered taking it myself.) Strangely enough, the crockpot still remains unclaimed.

The dynamics of free crap are really fascinating.

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Also, unsurprisingly, I did not make it to the post office on Saturday. Silence and Roses is all packed up and ready to go out tomorrow; I have to head into town at lunchtime anyway and will walk right past the post office, so it should be on its merrily hopeful way by noon.

I feel very weird. It's the first thing I've finished in a long time and I'm definitely energized just by that fact alone, and my beta-readers seem to unanimously agree that it doesn't stink, so part of me is itching to jump right into the next thing. At the same time, part of me is worried about doing exactly that and hitting a dead stop and losing this nice post-story glow I've got going. Hmmmmmm.