Not writing.

Type, type type… delete. Type, type type… delete. Type, type type… delete.

For the last hour.

I’ve been working on some negotiations the last few days that have been whipsawing back and forth, and as a result has dramatically affected my mood. As a result, my sleep has been awful.

It’s a heat index of 103 outside.

My wife is ill. She’ll be fine – it’s not dangerous, but right now, it sucks.

Our country is being ran by an insane person, but he is being supported and enabled by very sane people who are manipulating him for their ends.

I’ve been on the road a lot over the last month, and that always hoses my routine. I desperately need a routine to be at my best.

And I sit down to write, and it’s type, type type… delete. Type, type type… delete. Type, type type… delete.