whatever works

Revising lately is a case of achingly slow and only marginally preferable to teeth-pulling. I'm not sure if this is because of my too-full days or something more sinister like a broken story. I'm going to blithely assume it's the former for a little while longer at least. It is entirely possible, what with everything that's going on in the non-writing part of my world, that I simply need a little fallow time. Much as I like to be a write every day type, the truth is … sometimes I'm not. Most times I am, but sometimes I'm not. Maybe this is one of those times.