It might be the sensation of crossing Summer's Zenith and seeing more of the warm days behind me than ahead, or it might be the 'to do plans' of the Summer become more crossed off than not, or the fact that Camp NaNoWriMo is in day 17; but I have been VERY aware of lost time as of late. It's not a bad feeling. More of a 'did I do enough' melancholy and slight frustration meshed with the bliss of success. I did kill off a couple of days this week trying to draw a map. Digitally. Never again (yah, right!) I think that's what is really giving me the slow burn that I'm feeling. Even writing on this blog feels like I'm not doing my job as a writer (to complete the current work). However; creeping out of my writer's hole is important to do... from time to time. Anyway, eight chapters left to finish AND the intro hook stuff to hammer out (I leave chapter 1 or the preface for last. It's outlined, but never written out). I've had to re-w