My poor brain is struggling to know what to do with itself since finishing the PAR draft and this does kind of remind me of how you suddenly have time on hands when you come out of a relationship. I find myself sitting around going “what did I used to think about while weeding?” and “what did I used to do on the train?”.
Of course the writing daemon is perched on the back of the couch, grinning. He’s already got story work lined up for the brain. In fact he sent me off to look at where the three novellas were at pre-Dec 2016 and together we’ve decided they are in much better shape than we thought they were!