Everyone’s doing so well keeping their numbers up, and here I am just squeaking by. I forced myself to write at least an hour a day, so I met my goal…but just barely.
I’ll be glad when this dismal, unproductive phase of my life is behind me. I’m putting in huge chunks of time making centerpieces for the convention, but the end product is pretty satisfying….especially since my writing creativity is at an all time low. Still dealing with hubby’s dental issues (he’s getting full mouth implants), physical therapy for bone fragments in my right heel, inner ear issues, and tired-of-winter blues. Come on spring!
w/a Merit Fynn