I finally got Issue 11 of Curveball out the door. It was brutal.
May was a wash because I was trying to move. I'd actually planned for that, but my plans were insufficient and crumbled to dust as soon as they impacted with reality. I was looking forward to settling back down to writing regularly as soon as I got down here (Alabama -- finally made it).
AND THEN I LOST MY JOB! Well, sort of. Victims of the sequester, me and a bunch of other contractors found ourselves on a sort of furlough ("we plan to bring you back in a little while, but don't let that stop you from finding another job!") I'm making progress there but COME ON YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME I JUST GOT HERE.
On top of that I'm just not very comfortable. My mother-in-law is letting me use her sewing room as an office, which is extremely cool of her (she's a great lady) but it just doesn't feel right. The desk in there is the wrong size, there's no place for me to set up my standing desk, so I can't use that instead, I'm always knocking up against things when I move around... it's just hard to focus. It was fine for my day job (which required a different kind of concentration) but it very distracting when I write.
I've tried moving somewhere else. Really the only other practical option for writing at any length is our bedroom, but when I sit on the bed to write I wind up falling asleep instead.
Anyway, don't mind me! I just wanted to gripe a little. The good news is that Issue 11 is out. The bad news is I'm a month behind, and Issue 12 is going to be A Thing. Oh, and I'm not sure how I'm going to make any money in the forseeable future. Minor details...