There was nearly an explosion in the south of England last night, at my house. Me, threatening to implode is not a nice phenomenon.
I am slowly getting used to the change in pace at work. It's tiring, which is impacting everything else (I have very little energy to write, despite the big inclination to do so). I managed to squeeze out 355 words before I went to bed. Tonight, after yelling at Lara Croft for dying so much, I am going to start chapter 3 of Termion. And maybe type a little bit of Natsu up.
Tomorrow, owing to a day off to make sure the radiator man doesn't steal anything or set fire to our house, I may just write several posts about my current wips, to bring everyone up to speed :)
Debating whether to make this blog searchable to others. What say you?