I’ve been working on rebuilding some routines.

At the risk of sounding insufferable, writing isn’t a hobby or a game.

Initially, I was going to skip this week.

Ahem.

It really does seem true that time speeds up as you get older.

Those things mean the world to me.

I’m just an ordinary gal on a rainy late morning.

This weekly(ish) blogging practice has helped me keep writing.

I’m trying to be more social-thinking.

My brain feels a little muddled.

What a week for reading!

An incredibly book-ish time, just the kind of trip I like.

There is something about a looming deadline to make you work.

Imposter syndrome is an old friend.

I like traveling to a place I get to meet anew.

Sorry to get heavy-handed with the nature metaphors.

I’ve been thinking about how to incorporate more manuscript and writing content.

I know those aren’t things bears do.

The urge to read has not yet abandoned me.

I have change on the brain these days.