I'm having such a funny time of it.

Drifting, fluffy, hazy times. Oddly discontented and vivdly stressful dreams.

And yet it's no longer an annoyance. A hinderance to my days.

It feels like a call to arms. It's time I got on with things. I feel suffocated, trapped. At odds with myself. Why don't I bloddy well get on with doing the things I want to be doing? There is no point in waiting.

So, bit by bit my life comes together at last.

I spent yesterday writing an article. about science. it was terrifying. and just right.

Right now I'm trying to figure out how to upload ebooks for a job. The problem is, I want them to be free, so the licensed aggregators who take a cut to get you in iBooks and Kindles really aren't going to work. suggestions welcome.