Dantastic Book Reviews

The good news is that I haven't hit my usual Day 6 "What the Fuck am I Doing" crisis of faith.  The bad news is that I didn't get a chance to do any sneak-writing today at work.  I've got a pretty good idea of what I'm writing tonight, though.  

I'm about 300 words into my daily toil.  I do like this bit I just wrote:

The receptionist raised a finger as I approached the desk and continued jawing with someone on the phone as if I were invisible. Alien civilizations rose and fell as I waited for her to finish her phone call, a personal one unless there was an FBI agent named Honey.