Captain’s Log, day 9,374,276 – I guess? Time has ceased to have meaning and the crew is turning against each other. If we don’t reach a sentient planet soon, I fear for what we will become. #authorvslockdown #QuarantineLife #WriterProblems

Yeah, so…to say the “bloom is off the rose” at this point is kind of an understatement, amiright? Forget craft projects and loungewear. As our global nightmare grinds on and on, I find that my concentration is shot, my temper is short, and I’m seesawing betwee...