I’m trying to play catch up with real life and get myself back on something resembling a normal sleep schedule after that all night ordeal with the thief camped out across the street and no police response. I still plan on a couple of posts later tonight though. I guess it’s true what they say about writing; it’s something that’s just stuck in your blood. The writing bug is hitting me hard again at any rate. I have ideas for that Witchfire revamp that I’ve mentioned a few times and dozens of other stories floating around in my head.
Interestingly enough, my “Burnt Out” post has gotten the most likes of anything I’ve written in ages, and is still getting more views than anything before or after it. Maybe there’s an audience for a sane middle ground voice after all. I’m still a bit doubtful an aspiring erotica author is that flag bearer though.
Beyond what I plan to put in my other posts tonight, there’s not much going on though. We’re redoubling our efforts to get the house ready to list so we can get the hell out of this insane state.