I've started writing the novel again, and consequently am in my writing mood. To celebrate, I framed up a portrait Alexis drew of me.
That's about right. Anything that interferes with my writing space is likely to get annihilated. And I am spending hours not writing, but trying to just get into the right mood to write, which is slightly less cranky than the mood writing puts me in. It's not pretty. - This is why I don't write full-time. I would have no friends if I did.
Incidentally, it's going quite well. If this cup of tea calms me down enough I might manage to wrap up the first three chapters today.
I wonder why drawing makes me so much less cross. Probably because I care more about words than about pictures.