Greetings.

It's been a hectic summer. New 'real' job while dealing with the shenanigans caused by the owners of my current residence, which has led me to start packing in order to move...lots of time and effort and calories spent.  Also, surprisingly enough, a great deal of writing.  Even in the midst of all the chaos, I've managed to devote some time to my craft just about every day.  Some days have been more productive than others. but on most nights, the Muse has blessed me with new ideas, and taken my current WIP to places I never saw during its conception, which is always a pleasure for creatives such as myself, one of the few rewards an artist is given in today's world.
I've been working on two manuscripts simultaneously, one fiction and one a memoir detailing my experiences suffering from narcissistic and legal abuse.  I have been concentrating on the former for the last few months, as the latter is mostly transcription of a journal I kept for a decade during my disastrous slavery in the form of my second marriage.  This extra time was required, for this is the longest fiction work I've ever attempted, and by far the strangest thing I have written to date (something I've said many times during its creation, so apologies for repeating myself).  I think my Muse is aware of my upcoming move, and has been pushing me to finish the first draft before I am forced to pack and move my computer.  It will be close, as I am close to the finish line, with approximately twenty-five more pages or so to go on the first draft.  I doubt I will be able to finish this epic-length beast before I have to up and move, but I will give it my best shot.
The Muse will not be denied, it seems.
That's okay. I don't mind.
A bit over two chapters left to go.

Until Next Time - 

~Namaste