they must need bears

I opened "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood" today and poked it, wrote two sentences and closed it again. Not ripe yet. Really need a little more time for the well to refill, apparently.

Well, it'll start pushing on me sooner or later, and if it doesn't, I'll go in after it with a cudgel. For the interim, I have only one challenge level left to beat on Peggle and I will have finished the game, and apparently that's exactly the level of intellectual complexity I am capable of right now.

I think I need to stop taking short fiction assignments for a while, and maybe just work on short stuff that I feel like writing. I'm getting plumb wore out, is what.