At the moment, I don’t have much more to say than that. If I can get this last hill of shit shoveled, I will then be able to get some actual words today. If I get to my fiction before I run out of working hours, I’ll be starting at 34,298 words, with a writing… Continue reading Seven. But close to done.
Help I didn’t ask for… a long slog ahead to fix what a “helpful” company irreversibly broke
Oh, irony. Two days ago, I think, “Gee… the writing is going really well, I miss blogging, and I would love to blog about writing fiction again.” Two days ago, after a middle-of-the-road-but-not-bad day of getting my words — I have fun, I like the words I get, and I get enough of them to… Continue reading Help I didn’t ask for… a long slog ahead to fix what a “helpful” company irreversibly broke