I’ve accomplished exactly zero fiction writing over the past month or so, and am appropriately irritated with myself for this. Recurrent bouts of viral gastroenteritis threw me off track, which is understandable; getting back into the traces, to kludge up the metaphor at work here, has been an inexcusably slow process. Meh.
Not much to say about it, except that I’ll have better news to report on this front next week.
Well. That’s about it for this entry, I guess.
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I finally get it. You have a schedule, a system. A little like, um, days of the week underwear. That’s why I sometimes don’t see things. They really weren’t there the day before.
Now that I know, I’ll go catch up sometime. Just not today.
It’s hard to get into — and out of — habits sometimes. Even habits we love. Here’s to better news for next week.
The days of the week underwear arrangement (heh) didn’t exist until this morning.
Thanks. Hoping for better news indeed.
The days of the week underwear arrangement (heh) didn’t exist until this morning.
Now I’m not sure — am I more confused or less confused? In any event, I look forward to seeing what Friday brings.