sheldrake

I feel like someone used my brain to wash the dishes. I might dig a hole later and bury myself in it. Um. Yes. Novel currently languishes at around the 16,000 mark, which is about 6,000 words down. Was going to try and catch up today, but brain says no. Too busy being weird and freaking out about nothing, apparently. Oh, I irritate myself, I really do.

Anyway, but does anyone else think Elijah looks like Albert Steptoe in this picture? It's really quite remarkable.