Happy Valentine's Day
To you, Dear, Lonely Reader.
The weather outside is the sort of gloom and drizzle grey. Every god.damn.word. is excruciating to type, and I found myself banging the keys like a drunken blind piano player. Crying out loud when the notes fit together.
I finished a bit of writing this week; splitting the current chapter into two separate pieces. Now I have two chapters, one is finished – Roughly! Dear Reader, roughly! – The next has only one, last, glorious scene before the reel ends, and is placed back on the shelf. That metaphor barely works, but I’ll keep it. I have erased and retyped enough of this blog post already, and we’re lucky to have gotten this far together.