It's hell when I can't really talk about how my day's going.

I'm still caught up in the brain jarring that occured with the day gig switches over the past few weeks. It's enough of a difference that it's thrown me off on my reading, my energy levels, and even what I can think up to write down here.

The fiction writing, that shifted just fine. There's a let go and follow the flow thing there, entertainment and the pure joy of the chase. But then I sit down here, and I type half a dozen false starts. It's a lot easier, at the moment, when I'm actually in the middle of a story.

Then, the blog entry feels more like a natural extension of what I'm doing on the fiction side.

Cold press, though, and I have to make the effort to get going. Today was a break from the fiction writing, tomorrow I'll be diving into whatever the next story is, and then we'll see where things go from there.