Time is just not my friend right now.
But fortunately, my actual friends are forgiving.
I have fallen out of the practice of writing, haven't done a lick of work on any fiction in weeks, haven't submitted to my writers group in a month and will miss tonight's deadline as well because I'm about to go the hell to sleep.
And there is this story that *must* be done, in a matter of days. It is absolutely vital that it be in a tolerable state by June 1. This weekend, maybe? I don't know.
The conference is coming and I have to pull out my binder from last year and do some math, and email the right person, and then think about Merchandise for a couple of hours.
This weekend, maybe?
I've gone back to the Corporation and somehow that nine hour work day is really cramping my style. Though the paycheck is sure nice.
I owe two critiques, one to Ian and one to Sol, both of which are overdue (Ian's only by a week, Sol's by multiple months.)
Maybe this weekend.
When I have some writing experience to talk about, I'll post again. Until then…