Between a Block and a Hard Place by Lev Butts
It's summertime here in the sunny South (and, I guess pretty much everywhere else in the northern hemisphere). My papers are all marked, my grades are turned in, and for the first time since teaching high school, I have three whole months where I don't have to be anywhere (Don't get me wrong, I still have work to do, but they're all online classes). Three whole months of limitless opportunity. You get me, Alice Cooper; you really really do. At least it seemed so two weeks ago when I locked my office door and drove home. I spent the hour and a half drive meticulously planning how I would get ALL of the writing done this summer. I was going to finish the Lovecraft book I'm editing AND finish the next installment of Guns of the Waste Land . Hell, I'd even try to tap out a little more on the next story in my Ragnarok retelling . Maybe even write a new blog post for my woefully underused personal blog (I've grown so lazy with it, I forgot to even...