Can I just tell you? I swore up and down (just the north Jerz in me, using my normal figure of speech to show how certain I was), that I was writing one novel. All the way up until the middle of 2017. I would look at my outline for It Came 2 Pass and feel like I had a mountain to climb—that I’d never be able to.
Gone are the days when I was a younger single woman, and had energy to type into the wee hours, thousands of words. I’m actually tired by the time sunset hits. So, even though I’m not naturally an “early bird,” this flesh will have to get beat into submission in order to get it done before sunrise.
“Enough already!” Oh my goodness…that’s what I’m telling myself.