Did more routine online clean-up stuff (fixing things on my website, changing passwords, etc.) and got to the point of total stupor. I never feel tired after a whole day of writing, but I'm exhausted after this whole day of non-thinking automatic click/copy/paste/delete shit. Gah!
So I sat down and started thinking about how I used to make myself feel good when I was little. And I it was biking. I'd grab my bike and go places, and then hop on the swings and swing and think things and look at the sky. That's actually how Bells in The Badlings was born. She is really me, a girl on the bike.
One more week of not-writing pain, and then on June 27th I'm starting TUBE, Draft 4. At last.