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Back In The Game

I’ve been running around like a mad woman these days!

Trying to pay the bills.

Trying to make the film locations business work.

Trying to sell real estate.

Trying to make sure everyone (and I mean you) is buying my book.

Trying to write my new book.

I need to stop running and just sit down and write! I love to write. I love the process. The real problem is that I’ve been stuck. Struggling for the words at each turn, so it’s time for a little diversion, a busman’s holiday of sorts. I am going to shake all those locked up thoughts loose by going back to the beginning. It’s time to start blogging again.

Blogging – writing – about what’s going on in my life. Dating. Writing. Cooking. Menopause. Crying. Sex. I’m going to start stopping by more regularly. I look forward to chatting with you and seeing your comments.

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