Yeehaw. Feels more and more real all the time; because it is, I guess.
About halfway through the script, hardest writing I ever did.
Have to get out to the cemetery before dawn, find a spot where the light is good that time of day. Death, aka Tod, will be resting with his back against a gravestone as the sun rises. He'll then walk away into the fate which my story has in store.
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