So, for the first time in awhile, I’m more or less edging back onto my schedule, and have been working on my novel all week. Which, let me say, makes me ridiculously happy, even if progress is slow.

Sometimes writer’s block is something you need to edge out of your way bit by bit, rather than shatter in a single blow.

Also, on the topic of what I’ve been writing all week: drunk foxes are excellent to write about, giant airships are tricky to get onto the ground, and marching in square formations as in a drill parade is the nation-state equivalent of showing off your knife in a dingy Australian bar. (This is a knoife.)