I lost a couple days writing again last week. One of them was down to the middle seedling turning 4, so that can't be considered a loss. Spending yesterday curled up in my pit with a case of gut bloat (a kind of reverse birthday gift from the seedlings) could have been missed. Never mind. … Continue reading Disturbed?


Jellied Eels

So I lost five days solid of cranking out the post-apoc tale. Nothing could be done about it, life just swaggered in through the door and got in my way. My thousand words a day minimum dried up into a festering ball of fish crap and lay on the counter, choking me with its stink. … Continue reading Jellied Eels