Monday, Monday

I’m in that phase of writing right now where I don’t come up for air for hours. I’m entering the home stretch and it’s literally all I can focus on at the moment.

The living roomcouch (aka “my office” for the last few books) is covered in notebooks, papers, and character cards. I have literally no idea what food we do/don’t have in the house, and I’m crossing my fingers the new laptop I just bought will hold up for two more days before I take it back to the store and return it under their “no...