*Emerges from black hole of writing-less-ness*
It's kind of cool to have a job that depends partially on the weather (days off when it rains= happiness), until there's a fucking drought. I thought I'd left that "no rain" thing behind me when I moved from Texas. Apparently not.
I do get tomorrow off though, so I am going to sleep in indecently sit in front of my computer all day and either write the next chapter of LOTS or find out if a human head can implode from attempting to overcome writer's block by force of will.
I got a couple of lovely reviews recently that will hopefully inspire. It's amazing how simple feedback can be so encouraging. I know you're supposed to write because you love to do it and not because you want praise (and I know that I do), but to have someone take time out of their life to let you know that your efforts made them feel good, or laugh, or touched them in some way is very... replenishing. I think the people who respond to my stories actually have great influence in the way the story goes. They make me think, and I really like that.