It’s been one heck of a year. The start of a new job. COVID-related deaths of those near and dear to my heart. Transitioning kids from homeschool back to public school. Weighing the options of relocating 2500 miles from home for a job offer for my husband.

All of this while trying to write a book. I was more than up for the challenge, but my muse has not been cooperating. I’m sort of a perfectionist. If it ain’t right, I’m not going to publish. I have to be proud of my work. I have to feel ...