I have made very little progress since mid-January. That was pretty much the point at which life decided to drop a hammer on my head and just keep pounding.
My grandmother wound up in the hospital, and my mother was taking care of her, and I was trying to find out what was going on, making sure my mother was holding it together...from a thousand miles away. The news was positive, then negative, then positive, then negative. I was frayed and I wasn't even there. Focus wasn't even in my vocabulary those weeks. Even now, I'm sort of in a holding pattern, wondering if I'll have to get on a plane at a moment's notice. It's stressful, this family stuff.
I also had to prep for a trip. I spent four days in New York at the SCBWI conference, came home and The Sickness took over our house. On the upside, in the middle of my fevered weekend, The Girls In The Basement plotted my next book. On the downside, I was still sick and largely dysfunctional for over a week.
But I'm back at the keyboard now, and it's all systems go. I have quite a bit of catching up to do.
See you next week.