As you can see, my writing time is dependent on my children being asleep.
Then something funny happened yesterday...
This, however, has not stopped the runny noses mixed with the bleeding noses.
I'm just sad. And angry. Then sad.
I don't know if I'm too old to be finding new music, Patsy.
So, yeah, not a lot of time for writing.
Curse you, Donut Belly, and your comfy ways.
These are the kinds of books I read on the regular.
I like notebooks, Patsy.