I’m afraid I don’t have much to say at times.

I’m busy, overwhelmed, tired, struggling to remember all the things I need to remember and so on.

I’m also mostly really happy so there’s that.

I was told by my son last night that at least six monsters were trying to get into my bedroom window.  I was honestly so tired that I doubt I would have cared if six or six hundred monsters were trying to get in through my bedroom window.  These are all good things to complain about after all.  I have plenty of rewarding work to do.  I have a challenging and interesting nano-business to which I can dedicate my time.  I have a good husband.  I have a wonderful little boy.

I write books.

It’s all fun.