The letters fall upon my fingers.
I haven't stopped arranging them between the lines while constructing plots against my own characters.
Perhaps you're upset—I have several unfinished stories, I haven't yet closed them—but week after week I strive.
After workdays as an accountant, and overtime as a housewife, I manage to sit down and write.
Sometimes it's half a chapter, sometimes just a paragraph.
Ideas consume me, and even though I feel like I'm not making enough progress, I keep going.
Soon I'll finish another story, one that I hope will win your hearts.

P.S. I wish you all good health with all my heart.
Kisses.