Okay. It’s not yet the last day of November. I may still actually finish the first draft of the second book. I really need to finish it. I need to go into December knowing that I’m worth something more than work, which currently has this groove going on it:
Funny part is, if I were less principled, I wouldn’t be having that problem right now.
And the underlying question at work is
If it weren’t for writing, I would cut ’em open here and now.