Aw crap. I went away for the weekend and came home to a house full of yellow jacket wasps. They were nesting in my attic and ate through the ceiling in my foyer - 16 feet up. Apparently homeowners insurance doesn't cover insect damage and it would fall way under my deductible anyway.
Phooey.
So I was out in the Hudson valley for a corporate retreat with my day-job folks - a bunch of recent RIT grads. It was pretty fun and chill - our CEO was super excited about goat yoga. Yes, doing yoga in a barn, with goats poopin' next to yer' head. Good times.
Not much movement on the writing front. I'm still hunting for a good illustrator for the cover art and daydreaming about what to add to the sequels. I've even put a weekly reminder to write 5000 words by
every Sunday.
Have I done it? No.
Does it make me feel guilty? Yes.
Will I ever get back to writing? Sometime.
Catch-ya on the flip side digital-digery-doos.