I might be able to push through and finish "Rough Boys" for next week, since it's nearly all the way to a second draft.
Writing's been difficult for me recently, not because of anything with the stories themselves, but because of external stressors. Work demands on my mental energy. The heat. House renovation annoyances. (If I can use the word "renovation" to describe a thus-far unsuccessful attempt to replace my stupid kitchen range.)
Whine, whine. I think what I need is the morning's first cup of coffee, which is at least two hours overdue.
