Oh, dear.

I haven’t been writing. I know I said I would but let’s face it, by now I’ve told you a lot of things that didn’t happen. So you can’t be disappointed with me now, right? . . . Right?

I haven’t been working on my story either, if it makes you feel better. I looked at my calendar one day and realized I could put it off ’til November and Nanowrimo. So that’s what I’m going to do. I have only about 300 words written (and, oh, the work those words took) so perhaps this will force me just to type and get the damn words out.

But what have you been doing?

working, pinteresting, baking batch after batch of biscuits, watching Downton Abbey, reading ever so many books, researching Kindles, knitting everything except the stockings I’m suppose to be making for my family, painting my nails, looking at nail polish, braiding my hair, practicing being nice at work, breaking in 3 inch wedge booties, burning rose incense, watching Daria, eating my veggies, co-piloting, chasing down the McRib, working out plots and doing laundry

Let me tell you, it has been exhausting.

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