I’d love to report some editing progress, but there hasn’t been any. I’d blame family obligations, but I know deep down even if I’d been home tonight, I’d just have sat here grousing at my friends in chat and trying not to eat all the dark chocolate I’ve got stashed.
It’ll happen. I’m not feeling my best this week, and work and stuff is dragging me down. So I’m being kind to myself.
Nothing can keep me down, after all. I don’t have to flip out over the interludes.
Oh, and I’ve been drawing. Not much, mostly eyes and mouths and noses. Tonight, though, it’s two-by-fours and sharp pointy objects.