Mine, in other words. I shan’t apologize for the lack of posting, but I don’t mind explaining. At the end of the last episode, I thinking I knew what I wanted to do for the next sequence of the story. The issue was, it’s somewhat unorthodox. So I froze over the weekend before last. Monday and Tuesday brought busy day-job days of our bi-annual physical inventory. Friday, we as a family were off to northern Kentucky for a swim-meet. We’d also be meeting our good friend, and my girls’ Godfather, that we’d not seen in four years (he’d been living in East Asia; back in the ‘States now). Between the swimming during the day and the drinking at night, there was no time to write.
I was beginning to freak out about that.
I told my wife last night: I don’t care what you and girls are doing Monday night, unless the house, dogs, or people are on fire, I’m writing. What with that “less of an asshole” thing that writing grants me, she was fine with that.
Below is Ep 21. I’ve seen 22 and 23; if I can convince them to order pizza or something for the next two days, these should come out fairly quickly.
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