You know those weeks where it feels like the whole world just exploded on your head for no apparent reason? Where everything goes wrong, or everything just feels wrong? Yeah. I’m having one of those weeks. Not sure why. On the surface, things seem to be going (mostly) okay, but my attitude just sucks lately.
The revisions on the faerie story are going pretty well. Not fantastically well or anything, but, well, revisions are hard. I’m still getting bits of writing done every day. Not a lot, but enough to make me happy. And the Muse is still tinkering around with the new story idea. I have almost a full page of random notes on it, although some of them seem to be a bit…fragmented. The story, or parts of it, keep waking me up in the middle of the night, which is a very good sign.
Hopefully I’ll get out of my blue funk and be much cheerier, well, as cheery as I ever get, soon.