It's that time of year; the busy, crazy several months that make me collapse onto my bed at the end of the day. I don't get much writing done during these three months. In fact, I don't get much of anything other than life done. That's okay. This is the time when I dream. This is the time when my stories come alive in my mind while I plot and plan and imagine what could be.
So I'm quiet. And that's okay . . . because I'm dreaming. Talk to you soon.