I might as well make this a quasi-regular thing, huh?
OK, that’s it for now, lest I get carried away. Time to get back to writing. This week was a bit rough in terms of pure output, mainly because I’m into the hard part of the book, the part that I’ve been entrusting to The Muse all along, the “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it” part. Well, I’m at the bridge now. Time to cross it, armed with the little scraps of Burger King wrappers, old coffee cups, and Post-It notes that The Muse has occasionally seen fit to huck out the window of his Dodge Dart at me.
Back at it!