This isn’t the post I was going to write this morning. I had it all planned out. Then I made the mistake of dropping by
I’ll admit it. My brain is filled with edits for the latest WIP (which means yet another rewrite of the opening chapters, but more on
Welcome to the farm, today, where I’m leaning on my oak crook and feeling the gentle breeze in my hair and watching the lambs cavort.
I truly hope the way the morning began isn’t an indication of what the day holds for yours truly. I keep reminding myself that I