On rewards

One of the things I tell beginning writers when I talk to them is to write what they love; that nobody sees out of their eyes but them; that the effort of raising their voice is worth any consequence.

Everybody saw xkcd this morning, right?

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Ow

Migraine-like headache set in by the end of the day. Took minor league drugs. Made lentil and carrot soup, and rice, against the necessity of having something to take for lunch for the rest of the week. Napped on couch, with Hexapuma for a stomach-warmer. Boy, that cat gives good nap. Have not, dare I say, finished proofing Ghost Ship. And will not be looking at a screen for many more minutes, either.

Everybody have a good evening.