#i'm certainly a witch because if you threw me in water I'd sink

[sburator]

"So what did you do on your vacation?" Me, closing my google doc gently because that old man and his older vamp are basking in post-orgasmic bliss and I don't want to disturb them. "Nothing."

So about a month ago I got bitten by the writing bug again. Seven thousand words and change, written after so long, felt like getting back on a bike. As in shaky, trying to remember what's what, feeling like I would fall at any time, and not knowing what I'm doing.

And then I couldn't stop. Seventeen thousand words and counting, just finished chapter 4. Has it always been easy? (no)