gloriously and wonderfully empty
Good morning you ‘dear lord is it still August’ lovelies.
The first draft of Book Ten is IN.
She’s a bruiser, coming in at over 100k words and I can’t wait for you to read her.
As I sit here now, my brain is gloriously and wonderfully empty. And given the oozey state of things, I’m going to migrate all of August’s offerings to the September Newsletter where they can be accompanied by actual whole sentences and maybe even a coherent thought or two.
Until then, I hope everyone is staying cool and finding small moments of connection and goodness.
I’ll be back next month.
Until then…
