swamped thing

Gah. I'm practically buried under work. It's a busy time at Kestrel - which is always good, since it's my primary business.

I was hoping to do a bit of writing, guerilla or otherwise, but my phone permits no such thing for now.

Now I wish I spent more time last Sunday, having coffee and talking about writing (and gossiping) with poets Joel and Naya.

To borrow a much-used phrase from my friend Marco, it's back to the salt mines.