No, it's Friday, I got some writing on Prophecy done last night, and I'll get some more done this weekend, and all will be well with the world.
I've been re-reading bits from Silver Scales. I was about to write "to psyche myself up to write more" but that's not true. I've been re-reading them because I enjoy them so much. Of all the thousands of pages of stuff -- fiction, non-fiction, journals, RP, novels, short stories, you name it -- I've ever written, I think I like Scales the most. Maybe it's not the "best" thing I've written, on literary grounds or whatever, but I enjoy it. Maybe part of the reason that I'm reluctant to write more is that I don't want to see that promise fall short. I'm afraid that the future bits just won't be as good -- as funny, as entertaining -- as what's already gone.
But that's OK, too. I may go ahead and write something more -- today, or this weekend. Time will tell if it's up to snuff or not. :)
