I've been writing up a storm lately on my no-one can ever read this stories. My latest short story decided it wanted to be a book rather than a short story and I've been averaging between 2500 and 4500 a day. Bearing in mind that my job involves sitting at a keyboard all day and my 'I wish it was my job' hobby involves hours at the keyboard as well, I hope you can understand and forgive me for not always feeling like spending more time at the keyboard to post, especially as talking about writing that I'm not sharing is probably not much fun to read.
It doesn't mean I don't love you.
Please don't hate me for it!
I'm sure it will all go back to normal before long, and that's why I am obsessively writing every spare minute of the day while the urge lasts. Tokyo often in the past it hasn't lasted long enough, do to demonstrate my mastery of clichés I feel the need to make hay while the sun shines. Not that the sun is shining, winter is definitely here. Yesterday the car told me it was -0.5 degrees when I drove to the station in the morning, and it reached a balmy 5.5 degrees by the time I drove home again after work. Needless to say both journeys happened in the dark. I hate winter