One of those nights, when I decide not to take a sleep aid, and wake up after 3-4 hours…I’m writing my book, and it whirls through my head. Memories of my teen years, for some reason, also whirling. Possibly because I just spent time with my H.S. friend Jody.
Recently returned from another writer’s conference, but with much more focused energy than before. My health is good, and I’m jazzed about writing.