Just coming off of ten days on second, or evening, shift at my DayJob. It might be a good shift for older folks with nothing better to do or students with morning classes, but I hate it. You wake up late with only a few hours before work. Work ten hours, get home at midnight and go to bed. What little time I have I to myself was spent with my subconscious mind fretting about work. So precisely nothing got done writing, regardless of my Lenten obligation to complete “Empress’ Crusade.”
Having worked the weekend I had today off and thus have tried very hard to get back into the groove. Although I wanted to keep this early section focused on humans, Reina informed me that was not to be. Once she has her say, even Faustina finds her plans for the future suddenly in flux. My next installment, when Fussy asserts herself against the Council of Five, is going to be very, very interesting.