I was flipping through my current notebook this evening, and I found an experimental ending to Marley 3E that I may or may not be able to use. But the important thing I noticed when rereading was that it *was* melancholy. It was a deserved melancholy, but still, it shows I’ve become a more boring writer.

I’m able to laugh at this somberness, which is weird, but it’s still noticably somber. Maybe I need to go back and make everything wackier. It’s a heck of a lot better than going back and making everything lukewarm and wistful.

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