I'll kill the next person who looks at me funny...

Dropped a stitch in the narrative. K popped in yesterday for dinner, and by the time the show was over I was too tired to make an entry. Steaks on the grill, blueberry cobbler. Evening crept up fast and went down even faster. Sat out on the back patio a while, but the air wasn't moving and it was too warm to have a fire.

Sorted through some mss this morning, looking to see what sort of anthology material might be available. Was disappointed to find at least two mss I'd considered finished that needed serious revision. Don't know what the hell I was thinking when I sent them out. But at least I caught them in time to withdraw.

Don't know why, but I've caught that bug again. The one that makes me feel like I'm going nowhere, fast. Been punching back, hard, but it's there. Can't seem to write fast enough to outrun it. Seeing windows and doors slamming shut all around me, and getting the feeling there's nothing I can do about it. Screw it. Just put another foot forward, right?