It has now been raining for two days. Temperatures in the 40s. I’ve been spending at least some of that time in my tent. I’m still not actually going anywhere, but it’s nice for a change.
I like to listen to audiobooks out there.
I’m working my way through a small flurry of short stories. Now, where did that come from? Pandemic? Exhaustion? Caffeine overdose? I don’t know. But there they are.
I need something upbeat and cheerful for a holiday project, and something more flesh-eating hell-bunnies for Halloween. Actually, two sets of hell-bunnies.
Beyond that? I’m thinking maybe I should revise the other project, instead. And trying to talk myself out of it, because I’m so deep into revising this one.