Since I am a writer, it is sort of embarrasing to look at my own blog. I am amazed at how difficult it is for me to wrap my head around words on this trip! I brought my novel with me (a hard copy), thinking I could at least edit in the evenings. Hah! I sent it home with John, along with the yarn I was going to use to crochet Rachel's scarf. Usually, when I have time to think, while driving from SD to Minnesota, or while pedaling 90 miles across country, I think about my novel. I use the time to sort out a problem with a plot line, or develop a character. (Of course, the writing in my head is always considerably more entertaining than the words that actually make it to the computer later).
On this trip, though, I can barely think of words for the blog. The novel is buried so far in the back of my brain that I have a hard time remembering the characters' names! Please forgive the incompetence, and please don't judge my writing by the blog. In other words, if I ever publish that never-ending novel, please, BUY THE BOOK!
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