I enjoy traveling to remote and interesting place—it’s one of the reasons I went into the line of work I did for my day job—but I also really enjoy coming home…except for the pile of things that always continues to accumulate while gone. The work for my day job here doesn’t go away, it continues collects, awaiting my return patiently as a panther.
Since returning from Palmyra, not a lot of fiction writing has gotten done. The long Palmyra-days have turned into long dig-out-of-pile days, but I’m almost there. One more big deadline early next week, and then I can get back to the story I was working on. It has one, maybe two, scenes left to a finish first draft. Now back to that pile, it isn’t getting smaller while I write this….