I've decided that August and I no longer get along. She's just used and abused me this time around. Sure, we had a brief blueberry fling, and she's showered me with blackberries and other sundry garden produce, but I've been swamped at work, and that's just unforgivable. You hear me, August? UNFORGIVABLE!
Still busy today. I managed to finish Octavian Nothing, which I highly enjoyed. Very interesting insights both on the time period of the American Revolution and racism/slavery. Recommended.
I've also discovered that I'm out of practice taking criticism about my writing. When I was going every week to writing group, I got in a good groove of taking hits like a champ. Suddenly when my writing's getting critiqued again, I feel like Rocky in the ring after a while. No longer to take the hits quite as well. That doesn't mean that I don't appreciate the criticism. Especially when it's accurate. But when you shadow box for a year ago and start thinking you're pretty darn good, going back into the ring with real opponents can be a rather rude awakening.