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....

It’s blowing out there right now. Gusty. And the rain should be here any minute. Gonna be a cold, dark day tomorrow…and I’m here for it. Helps me with the writing. Writing was better today! I’m six pages in. Should be 12, but that’s okay. I’ll find time to make it up...