Writingish Things

Two solid evenings of good, solid writing on Theftworld. I put Chapter Six up on the Writing Page (annotatechapbk of course always lets you know it's up and done).

Work exhausts and pains me, even just doing 4 hours a day. And food is not my friend. But I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote, and drank peppermint tea and soy chocolate milk.

I can write. No matter what else, I can write.

And right this second, my cat is asleep on my chest.