So, went back to work yesterday. Nothing makes me appreciate the Writing break I had as much as the end of it, but… Between a quiet 45 minutes down at the Pumping Station and a 30 minute lunch break, I was able to write 1,200 words. Good words. Better still, when I got home and plugged them into the Arizona Afterwards chapter to which they belonged, they fit. They worked.
And so did I. (Today was my usual day off, which will make waking up to go to work again tomorrow feel like a sharp and shiny horror again, but oh well.)