It can’t possibly be the second Monday in September. Surely it’s a leisurely July Saturday.
Okay, it’s not. I know it’s not. This summer just flew by, busy, busy, busy.
I’m a much bigger fan of fall–weather and slower social calendar. But, I’m also in the middle of my current WIP. Rarely a good place to be. This is where I question. Question the story, myself, my career, etc…etc…
I’m waiting an two very important things, both which come with questions of their own. Questions that only time will answer.
Time and me? Not on speaking terms right now.