2020
Well, thank God that's over.
I mean the year itself. When endings come, things can begin.
Already, for me, this year is better. I'm not talking politics. Won't. Others can. Opinions are like breathing. People write them without thinking.
I'm getting so very close to the end of "Sons of the Dead" book one. Why is the middle so hard to write?
Jax, I miss you. So much.