I’m Not Dead…

…I just feel like it.

Sick baby, the painting project from hell, and school winding down. Those are a few of the things occupying my time.

Writing? Shee-yeah, right. I wish. Plot is simmering. Characters are getting restless. The first scene is all but shooting out of my fingertips.

And yet I paint.

And chase kids.

And do laundry.

And plan.

Will get back to writing soon.

I must. Before I go insane.