I need to get back to work. I have something like twice the usual number of things in my inbox, and while I've been monitoring from home, it's beginning to bug me. Just sayin'. I plan to go in this weekend and clean up a bit.
I must be feeling better. The Type A workaholic is beginning to stir.
It's been a pretty good day. I started off not napping, but instead reviewing one of my favorite things. Five hours of Paradise Kiss later, I realized that I would like a character like George, so I figure someone like him will crop up in the future. I love everything about that show, but you know, I"ve written about it before, so you know...
Then, after some exciting chicken soup, I settled down to revision. You know what feels good about writing? Getting something done. It's an awesome cure for that I'm not getting things out there kind of feeling. Hartford, Alone is off to a few readers. I'm working hard on alternating readers for different projects, so no one feels burdened. I don't want to take anyone for granted. Thank you in advance, kind people. Don't pull any punches, however.
In the great tradition of easy cookery everywhere, I'll be making wholesome, Midwestern Tater Tot Casserole tonight. What? We only have it once in a great while. Yes, I know the potatoes are processed. I know that. Let's avoid talking about the sodium in the soup as well. Yum, though.
Now, I'm just a wee bit worn out. I need to take care of my lady cats, have another cup of hot liquid (that's what you do), and settle down for evening. If I can get my groove back, I'll be working up some interview questions.
Writing wise, we're back to the troll story. I trust that the break from it and the fever dream/enlightenment will get this sucker moving. That will also be tomorrow.
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