Chapter 21 is being helish.

I wrote all of it yesterday.  The difficulty?  Is that this particular tree is an earth-tree-grown-by-aliens.  Said aliens use this trees as a spaceship…of sorts.  Yesterday, it was a city full of dreamers snorting lotus root powder and downing fiddle-head beer.  But even as I wrote it, I knew it wasn’t right.  It was, in fact, the sort of dull that liquefies brains.  And when a tree that’s supposed to be an alien space-ship becomes boring, something is obviously wrong.  When there are confessions of love and it’s boring, again–something’s wrong.  Yeah.  Hel.

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