Russ came home at a little before 8PM and we ran out for a bit of food. Now I'm stuffed and the idea of working is really rather... far away right now.
But I've done less than 500 words on the new story, and I think I can get it done tonight, if I give it a real try.
It's called The Children of Gold, and really there's not much to it at all. Just a set up about two children raised in the same place, but under completely different rules, and the later bond they form. I can do this, right?
I'm so stuffed, I feel like one of the teddy bears.... And with just about the same amount of brain cells left, too.