Its the dog days of summer and everything in my creative life feels….motionless. Maybe its the collision of day job and kids home and different sports to chauffer them to making writing life harder to progress. Maybe its the wee one sleeping…terribly - everything is foggy after a certain amount of time with no sleep. Maybe its that existential threat of…
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