Priorities and Stuff

I was all determined to write an actual post tonight, but then real life happened and also I got to the part in On Writing where his family held an intervention because of all the drugs (p. 91, for those reading along at home), and I want to find out how he kept writing after he got sober.
Also the reason posts have gotten inconsistent is that I would mentally start drafting on the way to the bus stop and then write at the stop and on the bus, and they moved my bus stop closer to my office, and I'm just a delicate Austin rose like that. (I was gonna say an African violet, but then I couldn't decide if it would sound racist, so I looked up "hardest roses to grow". That's a lot of what writing is, actually.)