The hate I have for my current job has killed nearly all of my writing mojo.

My boss, a.k.a. ‘Vinegar’, has started noting the times we (not just myself but in fact our entire team here) come and go and how long our lunches and breaks are. She has even gone so far as to come in early just to try and catch me coming in late. I haven’t been late and don’t expect to be but it’s just offensive. She has also taken it upon herself to sneak up on us to make sure we are where we are supposed to be.

REALLY?

Aside from this drama I have gotten only about two pages deep into reworking my Mr. K novel. This would be the third draft of the story and what is good/sad (I’m not sure which) is that from when I wrote the second draft, winter/spring of 2015, I can feel the story getting stronger.

I’ve also been slowly editing a novel which was written by the father of a childhood friend of mine. My friend and I have since parted ways due to him getting a bug up his butt. I’m not making that up as those were close to the words his father used when I ran into him during that workshop last Friday.

Knock Knock…

How do you eat an elephant?

One bite at a time.

2 pages done on draft 3. 🙂