Behind the Times

Here I am now blogging when I have a million other things that I should be doing, not the least of which is sleep. I need to edit some photos for distribution, I need to write and edit some works in progress and I need to organise my workspace so that simply existing in the same square footage as my papers isn't so stressfull.

But, no, instead I blog.

It's good to blog. It gets the writing juices going and gets the stream of conscious puking on paper verbiage out of the way so that the well-planned words can emerge intact and making sense. That's the theory anyway.

Some of the photos requiring editing have just arrived courtesy of the significant other. I think that's a sign.

Verbosity is expunged. PhotoShop, here I come.