Wherein the writing process is steeped in the confusion of a thousand vectors pulling against each other. Well, two really.
Spent last week getting into the swing of the new part time gig and then jetted off to D.C. (drove actually). We got back last night and I was back at it again today.
I’m still adjusting to the work schedule, which is fairly fluid. There is no down time, although it feels like I’ve been down for quite a while.
What day is it?
Soooo… I’m going to settle in with a homebrewed Belgian Dubbel — delivered fresh this afternoon by a friend who’s taking good care of my homebrewing gear and putting it to way more use than I have in the last five years — and get my edit on.