Heading out today for the beach — for a solid week.
Your jealousy is lavender-scented.
I always swear up and down that I won’t be posting — but then I jam out a few thousand words and can’t wait to gossip about it. So, maybe I’ll post some fresh stuff next week — MAYBE I WON’T. I’ve already queued up a couple of short pieces for next week — and the Story on Demand brainstorm summoning post will go out tomorrow.
And I am NOT taking a break from my writing schedule for That Thing. I still have to produce five pages, just like any other week.
I’m going to the beach, not Mars — so I’ll have internet access, so expect my usual level of manic instant-response to comments and emails.