I'm sitting here on a day in late March. Realizing that so much is the boundary between the personal/private and professional. Since going on disability I have let myself be resoundingly unprofessional. Perhaps that is okay. Perhaps everything is okay.
I have been hypomanic lately, fairly gleeful at times, at the moment a little calmer. It's time for projects, rebuilding, drafting. It's a time when I realize that I need to write a new book, or a new writing project of some sort.
Free time management.
I'm doing an interview for Prim and Unproper, I'll put the link up when it comes out.