The Eighty-First Post: The One Where I Have A Sweet, Sweet Olympic Hangover…

Well, the Olympics are done on Sunday and with that I should see an uptick in my productivity.  Obviously, since when you’ve hit bottom there is no where else to go but up.  When the Winter Games start, I intend to take those two weeks off (one way or the other) and not miss anything.  Now I get to look forward to the coming football season and try to get into a winter sport.  Hockey, mayhaps?

Well, I am writing this on Nook Color, so this will be a little shorter than my usual ones.  Also, there is nothing else really going on.  I am still working on the Poisoner’s School idea in my head and pushing along I/O Error in my head… and trying to get used to typing on this tiny keyboard.  I am still thinking about the disease.  I am tryig to think of something that would linger in the body for a while.  Given that the main character is a spy, I would think that something that would work on the mind would more dangerous.  I think that might be the route.  I’ll just ldt it turn around in my head.

All in all, while I am sad to see the Games end, I am happy to have my mornings back with the novel.

Seething Apathy