Ape, being in a critique group was the best thing to ever happen to my writing. And I avoided them for years! Ah, the stupidity of youth.
I have to take the cat to the vet again, though nothing to worry about. It'll cut into writing, but who knows, maybe I'll get a story idea.
Current story is turning into a weird Our Town vibe. Or maybe Under Milkwood. Dead people sitting around commenting on the living. Trying to graft a plot onto it.
Cold and sunny, with snow expected later. Yikes!
Stay warm everyone. Coffee would rock!
