Words words words. One after another. Flowing from my addled mind like, well, a dripping faucet. I’m not the most prolific writer but I’ve been dedicating more time to it than I have in a long time. And I’ve been happy. Ideas come to mind that surprise and delight me. I thought of that? Very cool. To me, at least. I don’t know if anyone else would be as delighted. After all, no one loves your kids as much as you do.
All this writing means I haven’t blogged in a few days. I’ve been distracted. And I’ll probably be distracted a while longer. I usually think of something to blog about as I settle in for the night. The novel has usurped that time now.
Oh, And I didn't win the Mega Millions. Did you?