I'm suddenly swamped by work. It's coming from everywhere and I don't even try to push it. Some of it I really don't want to do, but at the moment have to, some of it I don't really know what it's about and what's my part in it. The good news is that the crime paperback line I've mentioned here once or twice is maybe reality in the near future.
It just bugs me that what I'd really like to do most is invent all the stuff myself and just sit here and write about it. Nothing else.
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