Every time I start thinking about being able to devote more time to writing, something in my life blows up. Some days I grow so weary in well-doing I don’t see much reason to care. That’s where I am right now.

Maybe all will seem better in a few days. I hope so.

Right now I have six works in progress, and don’t give a you know what whether I finish them or not.

 I won’t be posting on Friday this week. Maybe not for a while.