Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I woke up at 4:30 p.m. and thought I would have time to write this bit that I've been pondering, and look at shoes online, and cook and eat dinner, and possibly watch a movie with Jimmy. Wrong. It adds a whole new facet of challenge writing the Great American Geektastic Werewolf Novel while simultaneously dodging the most persistent lap-/keyboard- cat in the world, but it's not her fault I took so long doing this. On the positive end of the spectrum, I got almost five more pages of werewolfy story tonight. Don't know how much will ultimately be useful because it's pretty rough, but I'm off in a new direction and I like it.
It sure sucks that I have to stop and go, you know, earn a living.
It sure sucks that I have to stop and go, you know, earn a living.