It’s time to start up on the tale of what it’s like to control puppets:
I am not going to lie: I’m dragging this morning. I was out late last night–something I almost never do–and while there was food and talk, alcohol was involved, which means I was up early and it’s catching up to me this morning. Like I’ve been caught falling asleep at my computer, and when I get home after making the post I’m probably going to take a nap.
Needless to say, this affects my writing, because it’s hard to write about witchy things when your eyes are closing against your will. And while I wrote just over seven hundred words–so far–it’s been a struggle. Maybe there’s a way to fix this . . .
Ah, if only it were that easy.
Anyway, there’s always writing to do in the afternoon, and it was nice to break up the routine…
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