Phail

I admit, this has been my worst week as far as writing goes. It just seems that things keep getting in the way.

Today's excuse is that I spent half the day running around getting my car licensed, and postal packages picked up, and doctor appointment-ing. The good news is that I really am sick, not crazy, and that there might be medicine to help. If it doesn't help, I'll be getting steriod shots every six months. Feel my enthusiasm.

But with only a half day spent at work, it meant I actually had to DO work instead of secretly writing.

I swear, tomorrow I will write. I don't know what I'll write yet, but something will go on paper. Or screen, as it were.

And did I mention that I got my picture taken with Jim Butcher?