Not being able to see anyone except coworkers four out of seven days a week is demoralizing enough, but when I think about the possibility of spending the next couple years with a schedule diametrically opposed to everyone else's, it's downright bleak.

I pray to God that in the near future I find an agent for Critical Hits, and, more importantly, start writing a new novel. I dread to imagine what'll happen if I don't put something down on paper soon.

Now playing: Blut Aus Nord, The Work Which Transforms God