I’m starting to get itchy about Divine Fire, but not itchy enough to work on it. Right now, my apartment is clean and I exercise four to five times a week. Those will be the two things that will really suffer once I get past the false starts on this book and start working diligently. Right now, I’m standing at the bottom of the mountain, looking up. I’ve made a couple of forays onto the foothills, but I’m still keeping a cozy room at the inn in the village. I’m buying up gear and supplies. This is a big mountain, it’s going to be a long climb. But I won’t have enough rope or rations. Almost immediately I will be dangling from some cliff by my pinky finger.
I’m a Killian’s in. Time to read some Macbeth.