Word count: 27,000

I was going to go watch the Leonids then write some more, but it turns out that the Boston Leonid chart recommends 5 a.m. over 11:30 p.m. I don’t trust myself to get up that early, no matter how impressive they’re supposed to be. And what’s more important - catching up 3,000 words or watching space dust?

Writing sf gives me all sorts of science guilt, but the worst by far is comet and meteor guilt. I had a bad comet experience in my youth where an astronomical event advertised as once-in-a-lifetime was a total let-down. I just can’t get excited about the sky falling anymore. Besides, the city lights here are a killer.

Just one peek, then back to the novel…

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