Yesterday, I stayed home from work again. Nothing to do. In a way, I like this. I’d go on contract with the company if I could, go in only when there was actually something to do. But it’s not that much money, so it’s a quandary.
On the other hand, I finished a chapter in a book that’s been teasing me for a couple of years. I’d walked away form it to write something else, and I’ve been finding it difficult to go back. I have a lot written—almost a third of it, at least—and I’m loathe to just give up on it, but with one thing or another I just haven’t been able to get any forward momentum.…