I've moved past shame, I think. Almost. I'm not writing today

I'm visiting my father in the country. Everyone else is preparing for bed, and I'm relaxing with T.E.D Klein's The Events at Poroth Farm on audio book. It's a cracker, full of footnotes and slowly mounting unease in rural New Jersey.

Oh, and I've shaved my weird hobo-beard down to a nicer length. quite a relief, really.

Speaking of my writing, my 'boss' at work is reading my fiction on this very lj. She's got a background in art therapy, so  new insights into my character may be forthcoming.