It’s almost summer. I have money to support my writing. I’ll probably spend several weeks in England in various archives. This fall I’ll be on leave from teaching and will be living within driving distance of not one but two universities with special collections useful for my research (that would be hint #3, by the way).
So why am I in a crappy mood today? Too much caffeine? Too little? Maybe whiskey will help. It is Friday night, after all.