They say confession is good for the soul.
I have a confession to make. There is something in my life that is consuming me. Seriously. It is eating me alive.
Not a book I’m reading, but one I am trying to write.
I have several stories in my head and If I don’t get them out, well, they might just take up residence in my brain and have a little party. That won’t leave much room for anything else.
So I am endeavoring to get one of those stories out on paper.
I’ve gotten the outline done and I’m 3000 words into the book.
Perhaps I’ll finish before my children need to be educated again or my husband runs out of clean laundry.
Perhaps not. But I am determined to finish. Even if the book is subpar, mediocre, bad even. I must get it done.
Feel free to ask how it’s going. I will probably need the encouragement. I will NOT give up until it’s done!
Or school starts.