Sitting on the front step in the late afternoon sunshine, listening to Snoop and Justin and Pharrell and feeling good. Not happy as such, but calm. Content, almost. I think it’s because, after the misfires of the summer, I finally got my act together and started writing again; writing properly, like it’s a job. I just sent off a chapter of the gods to Rapunzel to put on my website. I think I finally understand the structure that I’m working toward, so it’s going to come easier now.

Like all the stuff I write, it’s short and fractured but, well, I explained that already.
Logistics.
And temperament.

But I’m not sleeping well. Bad dreams. The reasons for which are purely self-inflicted.