Shall I tell you TuNoWriMo ended with a (not unexpected) fizzle? I did get about 15K pretty good words written, but that’s fewer than I’d hoped.
That my big decision – to replace my house sewer line or cut down the numerous trees that were probably causing the sewer line problems – resolved itself into doing both? I feared it would. Say “good-bye, emergency fund. Hello, beans and rice.” The good news is I can plant beans and rice in the mud my dog tracks in with each foray into The Swamp that used to be my backyard and will remain swampy until next May or longer, depending on Kansas weather.
I could mention I’m trying to help with crits on two soon-to-be published books. Whether or not the authors listen to me is entirely up to them. I wouldn’t. I don’t know what I’m saying half the time. I shut up the other half, mostly ’cause I’m asleep.
No, I’ll just say I serve a big God who loves me for some unknown reason and holds me in the palm of His hand. My writing is His, my house is His and my service – as it is – is His. I’ll do my best to be as faithful to Him as He is to me. I will succeed only by the grace of my Lord Jesus Christ.
My thanks to my friends who love and pray for me, even when I snap. May God bless and keep each one of you with the grace He shows undeserving me on a daily basis.