On Tuesdays, they cut the grass around my office building and it smells divine.

I don't want to be at work today. My mind is filled with the tiniest buds of ideas and sitting at my desk under the fluorescent lights is the quickest way to ensure they don't grow into anything. I feel I should be exempt from my office job on days when I feel inspired creatively. It's a shame to waste them. It pains me.

It's been slow going with the writing. I've been averaging three pages a week rather than five, and last week I only wrote on two days. The result is that I'm only at 75-ish pages when I should be closer to 100. This only bothers me because I'm still aiming to have a first draft finished by the end of the year, and I have some catching up to do to make that happen.

My landscape has shifted the last couple of months, and I'm happy about it, but still figuring out how to best move about the new terrain.

I don't like to have a post with no photo to go with it. The new camera has changed what I expect from myself in regard to visual things.