Today was…an intense day. One of those days that just kind of comes in waves. Writing was hijacked…even though I can’t quite remember why. Work ended up being quite busy, and then the last bit of the day entailed helping out with a family matter. Wiped. But my bro is...

The manuscript is 18 pages old. And Joy is lying next to me like a teddy bear that fell over. She snuggled into my armpit tonight for like fifteen minutes, snoring away while Liz and I chatted about our day. I love our routine together getting ready for bed. Work was...

Hey, look at that, I’m at 12 pages today. Technically…it should be 18, but Monday was a wash. We’ll call that a “resistance day” through and through and just let it go. And I did, to the tune of 6 pages yesterday and another 6 pages today. Whew. We’re back at it....