Despite getting plenty of sleep, last night, I am still tired. Most of it is a bout of depression surrounding (a) catching up, and (b) the assorted jiggery-pokery that needs must be done. All so I can get other things done.
And, as always, it depends on other people. I try looking for the answers, but I never find the ones that I can make work.
I feel so stupid.
Also, between the advertising round for yesterday's tale and writing the one for today, I have an official announcement to make visavis my WIP.
I PLN on working on the cheese chapter today. Chapter 600. Finished, ready or not.
At least I know where I am with my writing.