I got back from a weekend trip to Ohio yesterday and have been writing up a storm all morning. OK, so I've been re-working a couple of essays that I've picked at for months, but I'm just about ready to send them out to a few places.
Next on the agenda is to work on two books: one a hiking guide, an idea I've been toying with for three years (but have never had time to pursue), and another a novel, the seed of which has only just formed in my mind in the last couple of weeks.
I feel like I'm recovering after a long illness. I am, really, albeit "mental" illness--chronic insomnia and bipolar disorder are a deadly combination, one that I do not recommend to anyone who enjoys the fruits of sanity. Recovery has taken all summer and several doctor$ and medication$, but I'm starting to feel normal--starting to feel GOOD--again.
Hubster is happy about this. And I'm happy to be writing once more.