I was granted three glorious (and entirely unexpected) hours of writing time yesterday.
It was, frankly, beautiful.
Not only was I able to immerse myself in the cozy familiarity of the written word (a world entirely more welcoming to me than anything spoken), I actually got an impressive amount of work done on the Chapter Nine edits of The Hushing Days.
Talk about relief.
Yes, writing is my crutch. Deal with it or get out of my way.
Post-note: Apologies. Feeling kind of bullish today.