It�s ridiculous. I have a life on hold, appointments to make, friendships withering on the vine for lack of attention, bee people to see, antique airplane folk to question, and here I sit, head-down over the laptop.
I want to take a class in Japanese. I want to learn to cook Thai, correctly. I want to go to someplace with sand and watch waves come and go and come and go and come and go.
Life is what happens when you�re doing other things. Like writing a book.
Anyway, this too will pass and I will emerge, blinking and growling�oh, and Muttering, too.
Yes, I feel her pain. Except I’m still in the first draft.
Back to work now.