I used to write a night. I used to stay up till God knows when and that’s when my ideas were at their best. Now, I just can’t do it. I get tired around ten or eleven, and my whole night is shot after that. I can’t let that go. I guess I have to if I want to get anything done, right? Right.
On a another topic, my foot is not healing. That one little spot left isn’t doing anything. It stings if I don’t wrap it up. It’s taking forever.
What else is new? I painted a new picture. I haven’t done one in a while because the classes ended for the winter. It’s a lighthouse, I’ll show you next week (because I’m so busy that I can’t show you now).
That’s it, other than the fact that I “published” a short story (it’s on Amazon, just click “Books” at the top). That was fun.
I guess I’ll go try to write more of Times. Or…something. Bye.
