I happened to look at my contract today and I am happy to report it has been one month since my writer's agreement was signed and sealed in Maine, my daughter, son-in-law and baby Milo by my side.
One month of done and check.
Even on my least creative days, when I'm tired, with loads of laundry and housework waiting, words seem to find their way onto the page.
I never know where memories may lead me. Today, my mother's tuna fish salad, a blizzard and lunch in extra, extra large brown bags. Who knew?
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