This week has been a bad one for writing, in that I have not done any. Well, I did write about a page and a half on Adventures in Zoology, but that barely counts. I haven't even done much reading even though I'm reading (and enjoying hugely) Pierre Pevel's swashbuckling adventure The Cardinal's Blades. Heck, I haven't even posted here in a week.
On the other hand, I have pulled out an old story and started to edit it. It's not as bad as I remembered, but it does need a lot of work. Man, I was wordy and repetitive back when I wrote that thing (back in 2004); mostly I'm cutting. Since the story was only about 46,000 words to start with, I've got yet another useless novella to try and place.
I think I'll go read The Cardinal's Blades. And have some peach ice cream, which makes everything better.