Well, that pretty much just says it all. January rocked my socks off! February… not so much.
Between snow days and moving (again), my brain was put on standby and nothing was accomplished. Except for moving. We accomplished that. But no writing. Barely even any worthwhile play writing (and you know, when all else fails my play stories usually still manage to get written). But no, February was almost complete slush there too. The short story was not read and revised. The novel did not grow.
I can’t even remember what DID happen, except for moving. That much I know we did. Everything else blurs.
Well anyway, let’s make March a better one, shall we?…
Oh, wait, are we really already a whole week into March? Damn.