It’s more like 81. I was on an unwilling writing hiatus for 81 days. The last time I remember giving my writing a colossal effort was last year. 2023 has been a year with a different vibe since the last time I picked up my writing. The vibe isn’t conducive to romance or magical writing. It still isn’t.

So I’m lucky that I’m in the part of my memories that require more planning than emotion. It’s just a recall of all the stuff we had to do to plan for the wedding. Not too much emotion, and it’s understandable if my writing gives off a stressed out tone. Because I am stressed out.

It’s okay to acknowledge this stressed feeling. I won’t go into details about what’s stressing me because it is both vague and also because I don’t want to bring those things to life. Right now my dog Diana is on my belly. She’s a wild puppy.

And right now I broke my 81 day hiatus from Mikrokosmos. All it needs is focus, then attention, then love. Like me!

So what do I plan for my future? As of now I’m committing to writing short chunks, or paragraphs of the things I’ve left blank. There isn’t much emotion to it. But I believe I’ll get there. It’ll feel good to accomplish an entire saga.

I am precisely 5 chapters away (including my epilogue).

Maybe this is the time to get on it, because I have four days off. That’s a lot of time. I made myself promises that I’d like to keep.

Thank you,

That is all.

You didn’t think I’d leave you hanging did you? 😉