Writing is addictive

I am an addict. I have a problem, but it’s ok. I’m in control… Well, mostly. At least, I like to pretend I am.

See, over the last few weeks, I have been moving into my new “old” home. A decade ago, my husband and I purchased the most adorable little cottage, farmhouse, thing. One bedroom, just under 1000 square feet, with a gorgeous view of the sunset outside my writing window. I love it, but, being over 100 years old, it needed a little love.

He spent his free time doing things like tearing...