~Emotionally, I'm all over the map, though my baseline is 'okay'. Been a month since my father's death. Feels like a year. I didn't get depressed over my birthday this year, but that might be because my father's death muddied those waters. I did cry over Martin Milner's death. Maybe something about the 'death of my youth'. Dunno. Again, muddied waters.
I've been writing fairly consistently, though not in great volume, maybe two/three hundred words a day, on my novella for
Part Seven - “One Possible Future”. I've posted much of that text there already if any of you are interested.
I'm also waiting on my Writer's Blues, the window when I crash after Facing The Page for any length of time. Be nice if those waters got muddied as well....
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