Spending a week in the warm bosom of the mouse is a surreal thing. You start to get used to a new lifestyle… a new home, new food intake, new activities. Things like work and your usual hobbies fall away. This is the new reality, this theme park touring experience, followed by collapsing on a cheap foldaway bed to watch streaming video and try to cool down from the heat that beat you into the ground… then you come home and it’s back to work and your usual hobbies and that’s… kinda weird.
Falling back into a pattern for my writing hasn’t been easy, but fortunately before leaving to be consumed whole by the cryogenically preserved golem that bears Walt Disney’s screaming head, I’d sat down and worked out all the plot problems facing me. How to deal with the bleed, how to avoid leaving Cass and Vivi behind, what exactly Patient 31 is. (I wish I hadn’t cameo’d him at the end of the last book. He’s playing a VERY different role now than I’d originally planned. Ah, well.)
In the end… despite having my life thrown off balance and then thrown on balance awkwardly, I was able to resume writing. TL;DR? Here’s more of //021: Choke Point, in which we rejoin Penelope, already in progress.
I have a scene and a half in the buffer now. Once that’s gone I’ll be writing week to week. I think I’m on top of this, though. I think. I hope. I must be, or we are all doomed, doomed, doomed.