Saturday, May 9
Yes, I know a few days have passed, and I have entered no updates. This is what happens when most of the time in the office is spent cleaning out drawers, closets, boxes, and files. The best I can say right now is that I can open the closet to get to supplies and/or manuscripts without being knocked unconscious. We have enough paper to compost the garden for twelve years.
And I’m not finished. Sigh.
Light a candle. Say a prayer. I’m eager to have this chore completed so I can concentrate fully on writing once more.