I have to confess the spirit is lacking this year. I think the older I get the less I'm open to it for some stupid reason. Probably my general cynicism amplified by gray rainy skies and old age (smile).
I exaggerate. I'm in a good place. I'm still writing which is always the main thing and still physically active though it's fallen off some due to the holiday routine of the others occupying the house.
Hang the Hunter keeps expanding as I layer in more detail. I am still working on breaking my habit of saying more with less. I realize the reader needs a little more color, a little more patience from me.
Chipped at the "found while dreaming" story too for the first time in a month. Wanted to dive back into it but have to stick with Hang. I really must, finish what I start.
Speaking of starts, schools about three weeks away. I've already started reading "The Secret Agent" by Joseph Conrad. Part of me hates that I'm back reading stuff that they want instead of what I want but nobody's fault but mine.
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