Fun, always — the little guy is a riot, and bedtime songs and stories and tickles are the best.
But now, back to the bump and grind scene, for which I’ve thought of a couple of neat twists. One rather literally. I still have a loooooooong way to go on the words tonight, and it’s already late, and I’m already tired. I’m hoping that hitting the scene hard will get me awake and thinking, and smooth out the next part of the writing.
