Just when you have a routine down, things change.
I guess it’s nature’s way of saying don’t get comfortable. Or the universe is just messing with me. Slowly, letter by letter, I’ve been pushing toward that moving target that is the end of my current book.
And then things happened at work that left me with more responsibility and a change in hours.
I think I have a plan to adapt to these changes while writing, but for me, I need to clear out the work mess to get to the writing mindset. Not always an easy thing to do as, apparently, my characters are pretty accustomed to going off and amusing themselves, sometimes to the point where they don’t want to come back. Which then leads to whining and yelling and tears and pleading, not all of which is on my part.
Ah, well. Life is about adapting and I do like challenges (sometimes).
In the meantime, those stuck in that arctic vortex keep warm and stay safe.
Until next time.