It’s been a long time since I last posted here.
During that time I’ve gotten married, left a job I loved, and gained two beautiful timesinks.
There is always something more important to do than write, and always something to take up the brain space and keep the hands busy. And more than busy. And never enough time to sleep or do laundry or daydream. But eventually you have to draw a line in the mud and say “That’s it. I’m doing to do it.” And then just start doing.
Even if I should be napping. Or doing laundry. Or teaching the babies long division.