I'm still here, still writing, though it's only a few words a day.
I'm trying to get to the bottom of an issue that's niggling somewhere in the back of my mind. It's one particular scene. The first half comes into focus very easily, I can see, I can hear, I'm there. But I'm trying to bring it in a particular direction, and it won't go. Tomorrow, I'm going to give it its head, and see what happens. Actually, I'm quite looking forward to it - you never know what happens at times like this.
Maybe tonight I'll fix myself an icy white russian and see what happens.
Maybe I'll have to fold the laundry.
Maybe I'll fix myself an icy white russian, and THEN fold the laundry.