End of a long, long week. Mom out the door at ten this morning with Patrick, the rest of the day spent in decompression. Had hoped to get some writing done, but that was hoping for too much, too soon, so spent the afternoon researching transport carriers for canoes.
Had a nice surprise mid-week when a big-time literary agent wrote to compliment me on my story “Sweetheart of the Rodeo.” Nice to know someone out there reads. Nicer still when you find out what they’re reading is yours.
Got a lotta ground to make up this week. Everything was thrown out of whack with all the visitors, visiting, and driving around. Only had a few stolen moments to write. Looking forward to getting back to the keyboard tomorrow.