It's been a rough month.
Put it this way: with this week included, I am averaging slightly over four medical appointments for every five weekdays. (And that's hard to do.) I've thought about blogging the details, but... after a while, the madness becomes wearying to me, and I suspect it's just about the same for everyone else. Let's just say that on the writing side, there hasn't been a lot of time available. As in pretty much none.
But I upended my sleep schedule for a night, because I recently had to purchase a new salad spinner. And as I really didn't want to write about endless medical appointments...
This 9200-word one-shot was a weird one. The Comedy tag went on and then came off. I knew what I wanted the final message to be, and I'm not quite sure I hit it. (Then again, I've been writing for hours and had an energy drink. I'm not quite sure where my arms are.) And I wound up tagging it as a Duet sequel just to establish timeline -- while still trying to make some effort to have it be just a little bit stand-alone. Plus it may have made Badvent Calendar 'verse-official. Which is just a little weird all by itself.
However, it does mean I forced the time to write about something which wasn't medical appointments. Because no one wants to read that story.
Including me.
Faraday Cage
2019-11-20 16:46:28 +0000 UTC