Yesterday, I wrote 1,015 words on the new Sirenia Digest story. I think the drought has ended.
I have this Thomas Mann quote, courtesy asanityassassin: A writer is someone for whom the act of writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
The sun is back today, and the temperature should climb as high as 66F, a welcome relief after yesterday. It's very blustery, though. I wish I had a kite. I used to love flying kites, in some other life.
Perhaps I will make another entry later in the day. The platypus is doing something rude and noisy with a drinking straw, and I should probably go have a look...