Spring is very late here. I've been writing almost daily. Four months into this year and I've already written more than I wrote all through last year. I have to be proud of myself, even if I am going to burn out eventually. The pace I've been setting is "grueling," a killer of many families on the Oregon Trail, and along with my meager rations, I inevitably get lost for days. (I'm really sorry if all that is very specific to my childhood alone, haha. I love Oregon Trail.)
The past month, my mom has had some medical issues, but things are looking better now. I'm hoping May will be relatively calm.