It's been a hard day. Some disappointing news yesterday re: a grant I didn't get has been haunting me all day, a lot of turmoil erupted on various social networks I had up until now been enjoying and finding very useful, and I've felt building frustration at the number of interesting projects passing by that I won't have time to do, because there simply isn't time, in any world, to do them all.
But then I opened up my novel file, and rearranged a scene so that the sequence makes more sense, and then wrote the next scene. And I feel better. Actually writing = the best medicine. And now, some weeding in the garden, some ice cream, and a bath. Good night, internet. Sweet dreams.