I have been doing a bit more writing, but it’s in small bursts. I revised a story I wrote about a year ago, and I have four other new items in various stages of not being complete. I think I’d feel a lot more inspired if I felt better generally… but at least what I have written seems to be less crippled with infantile mannerisms than it used to be. I might even get a bit of self-belief back eventually.
I managed to scrape together for a new printer, so that’s one computer problem solved. My scanner’s on its last legs now, so that’s something else that needs replacing, but right now I can’t afford it.
I did, as predicted, read the third book of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, and I recommend them highly. Books are often one of the few good distractions I have from my troubles.
I have nothing else to say at the moment.