I feel sorry for February, sometimes. Most people just can’t wait for it to be over, so spring will come, but it’s not such a bad month. Here in Texas the redbuds and the mountain laurels are blooming, even though another cold front is blowing in, and another is expected Friday.
It’s been a rough week and I’m crazy behind on my writing. I’ve got to bust ass, and get used to new routines after 13 years.
- Work on Promenade
- Dentist—3rd time should be the charm
- format novella for KU
- take out ad