Sometimes it feels like this, ­čśŤ Spinnin my wheels in the mud, trying to get some friction so I can get moved forward. RL is being a butt. With kids going back to school and all that that implies my writing has dwindled to close to nothing, and I am tearing out my hair. The words are there, I feel them whispering in my mind. But the body is exhausted,

This year has been, on a personal level, brutally busy and I have had to make constant changes and adjustments.

I AM writing, though slowly, the stories creep forward, I think a good night’s sleep and a few hours of no monkeys in the house would go a long way towards getting back on my feet writing wise. But I push on, there are other reasons I ground to a halt, writing wise, and trying to work through it. Mostly plot holes that I need filler for. ­čśŤ

Anyways. I apologize for missing the self imposed flash friday deadline last week. I think I may play with that first today before I do much other writerly stuff.


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