Floating through the week, treading water instead of swimming to the shore, but it’s all going to be fine, in this week’s journal entry 99.

Too much to do and so little time to do it in. I’m stamping out my ego and my book is late. All that and more in journal entry 98.

Finding the right gift is just like finding the right audience for my book. Just as hard as last year. The struggle doesn’t lessen in journal entry 97.

Trying to fend off the invisibility demon that is struggling to consume me. It’s a problem I’ve had before and I can fix. In journal entry 96.

Winning Nanowrimo means more than just writing 50,000 words in 30 days. Inspiration and the muse are once again alive in journal entry 95.

Too much stuff, not enough words, frustrations and fun discoveries in this week’s deluge. That and more, in journal entry 94.