Sometimes you can’t find the hidey-holes for the trees–
What can I say but I didn’t get it done last night. I’m back in low-production mode, and luck if I can get out just over five hundred words in an evening. It’s to be expected, I guess, because there’s so many things going on that I’m trying to see in my head, and at the moment my head’s not exactly screwed on right.
Not to mention the worst news: my mouse died. It’s been on kind of its last legs for a while, but last night it pretty much decided that not working was preferable to working, and gave up a ghost that none of my stories necromancers will ever retrieve. This means at some point tonight–probably after six when the rush hour traffic slows–I’ll need to run out and find me a new mouse, because there are some programs that simply run better when I have a mouse.
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