Real life happens. And right now I’m rambling as I think of what to say here. Wording is hard. There are times when it is difficult to find the flavour of what I’m saying. And then there’s the stupid things that intrude on my mind when I’m writing… an irritation because the world presses in.
I’ve had a kink under my right shoulder blade for about a week. It’s driving me insane because the tightness can’t unlock. That’s a constant annoyance because it feels like something I could get rid of if I just turned the right way. Like a lock pick on my bones and muscles.
I’m also going to expand on some ink. I have to go talk to Rob down at Flying Panther to work on a piece he did nearly two decades ago. Which is crazy. I need to get it started way before I go home to visit my mom in Hawai’i because it’s got to be healed enough so I can get into the water. Which is kind of funny because my daith piercing wasn’t healing (the first time I’d done it) until I went swimming at Four Miles and then after that, it was all… ah, salty home waters!
Go figure. But no sense chancing that.
Working on a contemporary now… the first book in the 415 Ink series and it’s a lot easier not to kill someone in this. So maybe I’m just all murdery in Los Angeles.
Whatcha all up to? It’s freaking hot here but today it’s heading back down to the 70s and next week will be downright chilly… kind of awesome because I like writing in colder weather.