It’s after nine and I’m still in the frameshop. I got in here before eight this morning. I am tired.
My own fault; I’ve been letting things slide into a pileup for months, a habit from a couple of years that had me badly out of tune with routine and life. So it’s time to pay the piper.
But I have been writing a lot on a hypertext fiction project and learning the Storyspace software to work in. So it’s write, cut a mat, glue and nail a corner, write, write. Sometimes I sneak in a read, but at a page or two at a time it’s hardly anything to post about. I should be in better shape by the weekend.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
That’s a long day fore. Think of me bringing you a cup of tea and a cozy sweater to keep you warm while you work.