Chiming the time when you came to my room

[sovay]

So my vacation ended and it feels appallingly apt that immediately on returning to the Boston area I had to see a doctor I hadn't planned (and have to call another doctor tomorrow) and other than watching the latest episode of Chernobyl (2019) my day was otherwise devoted to my paying job. There were some fireworks over the Mystic, their highest explosions just barely visible through our skyline of roofs and trees. Happy Memorial Day.

And then I wrote more than a thousand words of fiction. For the first time in five months. On a project I desperately want to finish because once it is out of my head I will have more room for other things, I hope. Also I enjoy it.

Not a joke: I need more vacations.

Comments

[yhlee]

*support support* Yay words!

I hope more vacations come into your life.

[rachelmanija]

Yes, yes you do. Congratulations on the words!

How's Chernobyl?

[nineweaving]

Hurrah for words!

Clearly vacations are revivifying. I hope the Lambies are another excellent sojourn.

Nine

[asakiyume]

Yay fiction!! Very glad for that. And yes, more vacations.

[shewhomust]

Everyone needs a vacation! Preferably not followed by unscheduled doctors, but I hope that is outweighed by the words and fireworks (two out of three, right?).

[isis]

Vacation yay, words yay, doctor boo. At least that's 2/3 yay!

[gwynnega]

Yay fiction!

[brigdh]

Congratulations on the writing! :D