So you might have noticed that I've been really active on the blogs and Facebook and whatnot over the last week. You know what that means, right? I haven't been writing. You wanna know why?
*I haven't been smoking.*
Yeah. Attempt number four-hundred and four. I'm doing it without any kind of assistance, cuz that always seems to work best for me (at least when I'm really wanting to quit and not doing it out of guilt). At midnight tonight, it will be one week, with zero indiscretion.
I'm not posting to whine or complain about how hard it is or anything like that; I only bring it up because it has direct bearing on our special time together -- Quit for a week. Doing good. Playtime's over. Back to work on Dreamkin.
But never you fear, for I shall remain close by. Watching and reading. By cover of dark and shadows. My unwavering gaze sees all. . .
Side question: anybody ever work on a book they're just not all that thrilled about?