This week, my company reopened its doors and we all went back to work in the office. Not full-time, but at least some. In my case, I go in when I have custody of my child, and stay home when I don’t. This past week I’ve been in the office, and I’ll be there next week too.

Normally in the mornings I’d take my time that I previously spent commuting and work on my blog, or maybe do some writing. But now I’m commuting again, which eats about two hours of my day during which time I can do nothing but sit. (Some people listen to podcasts, but I haven’t really been feeling the podcast vibe these past few years.) So I have to find some other time to write blog posts and spanking erotica.

When the US shut down, back in March of 2020, I, like many others, felt energized. I was going to have all this time to do more of what I loved. And in the beginning I did — I wrote Weekend Plans and rewrote Lessons. In the intervening time between then and now, I have written several short-stories as well as a novella (as yet unnamed) and another novel (Training the Trainer, which I’ll probably release around the time of the next Frolicon, whenever that ends up being).

Now I have to go back into the office, and that’s going to take up a lot of my energy. I don’t know when I’m going to write, or what I’m going to write. I’d love to do another interactive novel, and I have a vague idea for a sequel to Weekend Plans, but it’s just not taking shape the way I want it to. I certainly have more Lizzie stories to tell, and more tales of Julianna and the realtor. And maybe I have other stories too, tucked away in the nooks and crannies of my brain. Hopefully one of them comes out to play.

In the meantime, back to work. Again.