The past few weeks have been pretty damn stressful for me. I have to admit, a fair amount of it is of my own doing: after all if I didn't care about having a constant flow of work, life would be so much easier. This is the bane of ambition - it doesn't really allow you to sit around waiting for the world to hand you everything on a silver platter.
As most of you probably know, writing involves a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Speaking of tears, someone in Ireland has found a way to bottle them, like in the picture above. It's supposed to produce a light, sweet whiskey that's good for partaking of when reading over your editor's notes. I can't order it since I live in Utah where home alcohol deliveries aren't allowed, otherwise one would be getting a prominent spot in my office. If you want to get some, by all means follow this link.
To blow off some steam, partly because of my inability to get writer's tears, I'm jamming out to Writer's Block Party. Listen to the music and feel the inspiration flow through your fingers and onto the keyboard: