this fog will never lift it will always be like rain

Yesterday's bounty: 2K new words on the mystery, and a revelation in the backbrain about revisions to be done on the fantasy, plus some long-range promo work done for DEAD MAN'S HAND which you can get your own hands on in 12 days....

and I declutterd the office, which after three days of rain was starting to remind me of a car after a long road trip, minus the fast food wrappers but with bonus abandoned tea mugs.

I am quite tired of this rain, which has been enough to keep me inside but not fierce enough to create any kind of 'safe from the storm' enjoyment.  Of course, considering I'm heading into tornado country during tornado season in a few weeks, maybe I should just hush about that?

Today's goal: another 3K and we're into the final twist of the plot before the Grand Confrontation.  Right now, our Investigators have all the pieces.. they just don't KNOW they have all the pieces.  *rubs hands, gets back to't*

Ass in chair, followed by feet on trail

2700 new words, then the rain left, the sun came out, and I hauled myself out of the chair and went for my run. And I discovered that it's hit the time of year when I need to switch to an evening run... *sweats, collapses*  You people who don't get the natural wonder drug known as a runner's high - how the hell do you make yourself ever exercise?  If I didn't know that at some point my body would start feeling good.... nope.

On the plus side, since part of my run goes through wetlands, I got my fill of red-winged blackbirds today. Y'know how some things just always make you smile? That flash of yellow and red does it for me. No idea why.

And now...back to work.  Or a nap.  Napworking!