Pissed off

Well, it's a pissy day here. Mainly due to family matters, a minor fall that I'm trying to ignore due to the stupidity involved before and soreness after.

Writing is coming along, in spite of a non-fiction bump in the road. Sometimes the most difficult part of writing is juggling the other obligations, family, work, etc. The writing part is fine. It's all the distractions. But without the distractions of life, would we have anything to write about. If you only live in your head, not real life, is there a story?

Good things, finishing a project, quiet time to get something done, can make up for all the rest.