I’m in one of those periods where so much is happening around me.  I lost a friend just over a week ago - the result of a terrible accident, work is sometimes overwhelming and I’m behind on the project I’m editing.  Added to that I’ve been working over the past few weekends.

Still, I have much to be thankful for.  Though it feels like I’m on a non-stop roller coaster, I’m happy I’ve finished six chapters of the novel I’m still editing.  While I’m still doing some minor tweaking, I know I’m close to being finished with it, because the changes are much fewer this read.

When this one is done, the work continues.  I’m going to be sending out  queries for my other finished novel which has been in limbo now with a publisher for close to a year.   The silence has been deafening - even after several emails, but I believe that we have a hand in shaping our luck, so I’ll be busy doing what I have to do.

A writer’s work is never done, is it?