I'm home.
Sitting here, back in my house, among my things, my life, almost back to my regular routine, I am overwhelmed and aching with the desire to tell my stories for a living. I knew such peace last week and did such good work.
Ah, there's so much more to say here but I will swallow it down and jump back into this life, the one I have now. The one where writing is an in-between and after-this and before-that and if-I-can-fit-it-in-then-just-a-few-words-more thing.
But first, a few last hours at the keyboard.
More in the next couple of days.
