This week flew by. It’s one of those weeks where I feel like I did a lot, but I have to stop and think about it.
We brought Nugget to a craft festival outside Baltimore last Saturday. He was much beloved by many people who stopped to ask us about him. Apparently, it’s “brave” of us to take a 6-week-old in public. He mostly slept on my chest, wrapped in one of those backpack-style harnesses.
As I near the end of my revisions to Manuscript: Beta, I have begun to reflect on the process itself. Jessie called me crazypants when I told her I was rewriting The Warden of Everfeld: Memento to prepare the second draft.
My new schedule is awesome. I have a new schedule at work, by the way. For well over a year I had been trudging through an early shift, 6am to 3pm. I loved having a full afternoon of daylight ahead of me when I got home, and I even enjoyed being in the office a solid three hours before most everyone else — 3 hours of peace and quiet before the fluorescent lights blazed and the coffee machines were overrun with empty mugs waiting to be filled.