Grinding.
Yep, still here, and still cracking down on the writing, so blogs remain a bit sparse on the ground lately.
It’s been about four months now that I’ve been pushing especially hard, and it’s quite a tug-of-war with the DayJob. I’ve been slipping in to work a bit late most days, but so far either they don’t mind, don’t care, or don’t notice. Or possibly they do notice, but also notice that I always stay a proportionate amount of time late to make up for it.
I’m actually there now, putting in some extra time to pre-catch up for the Thanksgiving holiday, when I have THE ENTIRE WEEK OFF, HOORAY!
I’m doing my usual thing of skipping all the trad celebrations and just living as a writer for the whole time. I can’t afford to get away to any undisclosed locations this time around, but my sister is kindly vacating for part of the week, which means that I can be as absorbed, abstracted and antisocial as I need to be! This, by me, is fun.
It’s been getting colder — so alas, my woody nook won’t be usable for much longer. I try to get outside whenever I can, but mostly it’s been cave-bear mode, since there’s no longer any sunlight when I get home.
Meanwhile, Sabine and Ann are still NaNoWriMo-ing.  Lots of writing going on around our house — and the library, and Starbucks, and at lunch on the DayJob, and all that.  We are dedicated!
Here’s something I found on the ground by my cement bench (as seen above) the other day:
This nut is empty. There is exactly one hole in the nut, and you’re looking at it.
Yeah. You don’t need me to spell it out, do you?
More later…