So, this past month, my writing progress was going swimmingly well. I have written 12k words so far by the tenth. That brings my current work in progress, an urban fantasy tale of a New Orleans Police Detective who happens to be a werewolf to 65k words.

Things were going well and I had planned to write yesterday because I make it a point to write everyday but last night found me in the Emergency Room for seven hours with my mom. Don't worry because thankfully it could have been a lot worse, she's okay but will require a few weeks to recuperate. That being said, I didn't get to write yesterday and today, I feel like a blown fuse so... looking doubtful.
Life happens. There are times when you gotta take a step back, readjust and move forward.

Sometimes, it can get overwhelming but as long as you don't quit, you'll get there. I don't know if anyone reads these but for the one or two people that do, or none, that's all that is fit for print this week.