It has become necessary to get all THIS out of the way (replace contacts with glasses, wash face, walk dog, feed dog, Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, emails, find music, change music, tweak tweak tweak) first.

Trying hard not to remember my unemployed self, with her hours upon hours upon hours to write. Now my time for “The Witches Sib” has shrunk to an hour after dinner. If it were possible, I’d track down my unemployed self and flog her with a tree branch.

And still, with just an hour, you’d think I’d crack my knuckles and get right down to it.