So, the "Big Event" at work is over, the tempers should have settled down, there's plenty of work to stay busy...I wonder what work will be like today. I'm truly hoping to just be left alone to work. I don't like feeling like I should pack a teflon suit just in case. Everything is temporary. Everything changes.
I have that feeling again...the build to August. I have days left to fix the disconnect and the desire is there. Every time I look around, I find things that point to my writing being the piece that fits all the missing spots in me.
I want to spend the day playing with glass beads
. Damn it, Jen!! I think I'm going to have to consider a reward system. Perhaps a beading set up after the first draft of the book is done?