I’m still here!

Writing my fingers to the bone… working on chapter 5. Let’s see how many clichés I can use to describe the situation:
I’m knocking myself out writing, because you know that an idle mind is the devil’s playground. I try to get up at the crack of dawn, but since I’m not a morning person, I’m as dense as a London fog, and by the end of the day I’m pooped. Although I’m armed to the teeth with expressions of the era, they are as useful as a lead balloon if I don’t know have the story developed. But being an artist, I say anything goes! So after I take a few minutes to play my guitar, it’s time to get over that hump, get back on that horse, and get the ball rolling again cause the game is on the line!

Anyhoo, the story is coming along nicely.