Super unsatisfied with my writing today, so I'm calling it.

If it's not ready, it's not ready.

Folks who also spent time in academia (condolences to you) will know the phase I'm in: where I'm still telling the story of what I want to say *to myself*, but haven't reached the point where it reads as anything but a convoluted, digressional infodump.

Sigh.

Two more admin tasks before bed, then a day of editing, and Patreon and BookTube on Sunday.

Some days I brain well.
Some days not so much.