The holidays are behind us and all is back to normal. The kids have returned to school, DH is back at work, I’m doing my thing.

But I feel like a change is upon us. Upon me. Maybe. Perhaps it’s the start of the new year, or the glistening cover of new snow (we’ve been getting a lot of it over the past week or so) making everything look fresh and bright. I just feel like I’m on the edge of….something. Okay, the edge of sanity comes to mind first, but I’ve been there so long it’s my norm. As a writer, I hope it’s THE edge, as in this is the year I get The Call. Yes, I’ve been on that edge on and off over the years, but this feels a little different. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking (so what else is new?). The only thing I can do about it is write write write. Get better. Get my work out there.

So while the snow blows in and I wait for a decent amount to accumulate before shoveling, I’ll have another cup of coffee and get to work.

Coming soon: ferrets!