So, I accomplished absolutely nothing in 2020. Between my wild hair and intense inactivity, the only way to distinguish between a sloth and me is one of us only poops once every seven days (It's the sloth, in case you were wondering).
With this chapter, I'm jumping back to quite a bit earlier in the story when meth was just becoming an issue.
My last attempt at regulating my brother's drinking had met with mixed results, But my brother was anything but a quitter.
I've been a lazy blogger, so here's a short read.
Okay peeps, here's another chapter from my work in progress where I violate my ban.
Does it ever feel like life has kidnapped you and is holding you hostage so you can't get anything done? After a few weeks of this, life is slowly returning to normal. (Whether that's a good thing is a separate question.)
Well, guess who is back in the saddle? (Uh that would be me).
Another sample chapter. My brother tells me about his master plan to get things under control.
Remember last month how I posted about my first poem had just been published. Well, uh, it turns out I was mistaken. Man, this is embarrassing...
Latest sample chapter -- take a gander and share your thoughts. Positive and negative both help.