Ahhhhh. That felt good. Since I’ve turned over Widow Woman to the professionals, I don’t have anything more I can do on that project for the moment. After months (okay, I’ll be honest: years) of writing, rewriting, editing, proofing, lather, rinse, repeat…I finally sat down to work on my next project, a YA eco-fantasy (my term) which I first started at least two years ago. I know my daughter thinks I’d given this project up completely, but I am on fire to get back to it now and hope I can con her into continuing to be a beta reader. (Pleeeaaasssseeeee?????)

I sat down this morning and worked on it, just for an hour, but that hour flew by, and I remembered why I became a writer in the first place. After a rough day yesterday, escaping into another time and place, slipping into my new family of characters, well, that was just the balm I needed. If I hadn’t set (and heeded) a timer, I’d probably still be writing when my hubby got home from work today, but at least I got back into that particular saddle again.

Oh, how I missed it.

That’s it for today–no rants, no gripes, no real updates. Just an expression of writing bliss. Ahhhh.