I realized that nothing felt different.

February 3, 2018 — January 12, 2025

And somehow, we’re almost two full weeks into the new year.

I spent most of the end of 2024 and the start of 2025 not reading.

2024 book stats and 2025 hopes and dreams.

For the first time in a very long time, I have nothing to do this holiday season.

Not sure what’s up and not thinking about it too hard.

And that’s all she wrote.

“Of course I can’t do that very reckless and bad thing!!”

It was a hell of a week to finish my emotional support poetry book.

A new writing friend asked earlier this week about craft book recommendations.

One of my goals every day is to do one creative thing and, honestly, I fail at it. A lot.

You could live a better life than you do.

I found myself using a lot of positive words to describe what’s happened and what comes next.

The stories don’t have to be complete; the journaling can be a feeling, an image, even just a word.

It was a beautiful weekend, three days of summer followed by two of fall.

Spooky season reading (and watching!) plans for 2024.

The word that comes to mind is restored.

I feel a little like I’ve been living in fight-or-flight the last few weeks.

It took nearly two and a half years (and literally hundreds of new books).