It Didn't Kill Me...

... but I feel like it almost did.

I threw seven pages together (about three pages were lifted from the paper that I gave at Small Society's Annual Meeting in May).

But I finally have a first draft. That I now have to edit. (I'm hoping that I can fool myself into thinking that editing is easier than creating text.)

Sometimes I really wonder why I chose a profession that requires me to write, 'cause I really hate writing.