Chaz does sometimes live with a writer

Today, I procrastinated, played WoW, drank a g&t, ate a pack of butter rum LifeSavers, and wrote 1200 words on a story. All at the same time, more or less. My displacement activity earlier in the day involved looking for work, so there's that, too.

I may finish the thing tomorrow. It will be the worst story ever written. It certainly sucks right now.