My nerves probably look like the hair of one of those wishing trolls right now.  The boy has been a holy terror all weekend.

I’ve managed to get about a third of the way through that sex scene in Lowborn, but it’s been a paragraph at a time all day.  That’s about how long I have before I have to scream about something else, and then it’s a half an hour or more before I remotely have the presence of mind to type another paragraph and start the process again.

I may have to take a day off work soon to relax before I lose me bleedin’ mind.  Hate to do it, because I’ve had to take off so much already this early in the year.  I did have a lot of extra time left at the end of the year last year, though *shrug*

Maybe I can make it until my next scheduled vacation in April.

He’s finally winding down, so maybe after he does, and I wind down, I can get back to writing.