No, not really, or at least I think I am back together. This might be too much information, but maybe I am just menopausal.
I was pretty much done with the whole writing thing this afternoon. Went to a quiet place in my little woods and took a nap and reflected and waited for a sign from God. Nothing. So there you have it - no more writing, right? Then I came in the house and watched a commercial - one of those commercials, the kind that always make you cry. And well, sometimes God speaks to me through my sister who passed away thirteen years ago. So I can't quit. I have to keep writing for my sister. She never quit and she won't let me quit.
So, if you want to know how else my weekend went and why this isn't being written until so late, read my other blog.
You may have guessed, but the goals this week stunk. Five out of 17. Didn't I write last time about stumbling? That was my week, one big stumble. Or a whole lot of splinters.