Of course, work ate my update.
And now it's nine in the evening and it all feels like I've not had a chance to do anything. The energy to write has gone somewhere else.
Bollocks.
Time for food, and more non-writing activity. Didn't even sort out phones when I got back.
If you're desperate for things to read, check out
artbroken's Hotel Flamingo. Because it kicks arse. 