I’m having one of those end-of-year dramarama things I do, where I declare that I will never write again! Etc! and taking time off from words
This is usually when I start devoting creative energy to other things, and my children get to eat home-baked bread and the garden stops resembling an urban wasteland. It’s a good thing. My brain needs a break from feeling inadequate, and my family needs a vaguely together human-being to hang around with for a while.
So, it’s well-refilling time, digging-in-the-soil time, let’s-get-crafty time. and hey-there-let’s-chill-poolside-with-frozen-margaritas time.
I’ll see you guys on the flip side.