Job intrudes. When I end up standing for four hours giving a class, or the rest of the day sitting in back of the classroom answering questions, when I hit the house I find the muse has retreated to her high tower and has locked the door behind herself.
I'm working on Chapter 2 of road Rash and chapter whatever of Community, so there will be new content soon.
Side note: I will be starting another blog to centralize ALL my stories, including the ones that fail to make the 'age of the participants' cut for Stories Online and I hope to also clean up the coding on my ASSTR webpage.
I would be remiss if I did not note the HUGE response in comments at the close of Melodic Redemption and the intro to Road Rash. I'm overwhelmed and encouraged. Thanks!