Good morning!

Grumpy writer here. Been working at my day job way too much, filling in for fellow, sidelined employees.

I've been blaming the weather (huge winds making my sailing gig a daily death defying act), my family (you know - those people who need to be fed periodically), the people who keep rejecting my work, and on and on.

Well - just had an epiphany:

"We have met the enemy and they is us." — Pogo

Yep, that's right. I have no one to blame but myself. I'm not writing every day as I should. My little chicks in progress are getting a weekly swipe of work. Not enough.

Back to the coal mines, 1,000 words a day, Baby.

Later.