Finally. Weekend. It's been a few weeks of non-stop busy. My mind is tired so I have no gas in the tank for writing, but I can draw a map. That's the cool things about maps for me. I can just zone out, watching something on TV (Ghost Adventures is my current addiction) and draw a map. And I think coloring is a therapeutic exercise for most people. So my therapy is maps. He's the result of one session. Road, woods, those scaled looking things are rock mounds and then a small mine inside a hill. Tonight I think I'll be working on the next floor below. I don't have anything written. Except for that stump in the middle of the road north of the bridge. For some reason I imagine it to be a blacken stump, a place where the locals gather to decide punishment or 'mountain justice'.