Actually, I didn’t even get a T-shirt. But I got a little extra time to spend with my novel. I’m trying to come up with a draft of the ending chapters, and it’s hard straddling that line between pushing through and relaxing enough to let things arise on their own.
It was interesting that blogging turns out to be exactly like so much of life on the internet: I missed it terribly even as I barely noticed its absence from my life. What does that mean?