After more travel delays than I'd like to remember I made it home after almost 48 hours of travels. Iceland provided a backdrop unlike any other and the final five chapters of The Aspie Traveler are without a doubt the best writing I've ever had. There is a bad thing to writing such deep stuff and that is the ebb and flows of being a writer.
Writing isn't something that can be forced; it comes and goes and after a "writing explosion" there usually comes a time where writing becomes difficult and now is one of those difficult times. I'll try and come up with something super for tomorrow, but I'm not promising anything as I'm still in awe of completing a book and I can't wait until you can read it!