We’re getting a little squeezed here, with project after project piling up in their respective urgencies. The book is always in danger of being pushed back, tamped down, in favor of the activities that make more immediate cash for things like paying the rent. Cannot appear shiftless to the significant other; wouldn’t want to carry any echo of my father. I can balance all of these things if I’m extremely clever. The problem is that I’m not. Moderately clever, maybe.
I need my productivity system to come together, but even that keeps getting pushed off.
Some raw word count today in the form of long-delayed Melba Raven content. You’ll understand what that means eventually.