It has been too long. I have climbed out of my cave and shook off hibernation.
A new year, the same dreams. A different plan a different approach to the same I am an author. I am working on my first trilogy. Book one was finished last fall until I read through it six times and felt something missing. I had it read by a beta reader without her knowing my position. She agreed it has a lot of potentials but has a flaw. I have worked through the rewrite in my head. I need a new cover for my book because the last one looked like a smut book I was politely told repeatedly. My budget at the end of the year was depleted. It still is in a sorry state. There is hope my income tax return will provide for that. Book two is already forming in my head and on paper. I want to finish that one this year also. So, it begins. I have had too long of a break. I can’t stop writing, and I can’t be an Author if I did. It is a woven part of my fiber.