Things are fine, they really are, I've just been busy. Too busy.
Unanticipated busy at work.
Unanticipated closeness with Emily.
Unanticipated home repair.
Writing is an outlet for certain...urges. And as happens with me from time to time, when given other outlets, I write less.
But things are good, they really are.
Emily is good. Emily and I are good. Emily and Matthew are good. And Matthew and I are good.
That covers it, right?
And I know, I know, I should...need...to write more.
So I'm a bad girl. Spank me if you must :)