The words, they are being stubborn. Time, it is being fleeting. Deadline, it is approaching. Rapidly.

Like tomorrow night. I’m almost through the drafts and I know I’ll get it done, but Vegas and being sick afterwards has really skewed the whole productivity thing. I’ve GOT to get back on track both with the writing and the comic and the everything else. My apartment is a wreck because both suitcases are still gaping open in the living room (never was good at the whole unpacking thing), I haven’t cooked since I’ve been home, the ravages of pre-Vegas prep are still strewn about and it’s just chaos here. And now I’m blogging when I should be editing. Out!