And that sums up my day so far.
This weekend I learned a valuable lesson. I am now officially too old to spend the weekend drinking energy drinks at 10pm and writing until the wee hours of the morning and still be able to grab 8 hours sleep on Sunday night and be raring to go Monday morning. Instead, but Sunday evening I will be a groggy, semi-coherent vegetable watching Walking Dead and relating more to the zombies than the people. Getting old sucks. So do Monday mornings.
I did manage to get nearly 10k written on a new story, which makes me very happy and almost worth the pain I faced this morning dragging myself out of bed. The working title is
I'll be posting a few bits and snippets as the story goes on. But for now it's back to reality, my day job, and another cup of coffee.
EDIT: Google informs me that someone already had the brilliant idea of using Blood Moon Rising, so the new and improved working title is... Eternal Bonds