World’s gotten smaller with the corona virus. Hadn’t been getting out much, but even less now. More disappointing is not being able to see the boys—and mom. Tough getting a read on how long the precautionary flags will have to fly, but imagine things will get worse before they get better.
Why does the joy of having more time to write always have to come at the expense of some other nice part of living?
Put in some good drafting time at the keyboard this morning. Passed the 45,000 mark on the new manuscript, and still feel good about the direction it’s going. Like to put a pin in it by the end of March or first week of April. We’ll see.