I went to Idaho for Thanksgiving break with my family. Three teenagers, one child and two parents in a minivan for eight hours. Can you spell disaster? No, really it was one of our best trips ever.
I had a lovely chat with Amanda Bizeau, my niece. Please note that this girl can write and I'm going to in her shadow someday. I read a partial of her book Jazz in Nightshade. She's already weaving magic. Cool.
I learned that special potatoes are grown in Idaho for curly fries. Who knew?
Writing is deflated right now. Not clipping along at light speed. Not even moving at the speed of sound. I'm losing the race to some fast snails.
I keep praying and answers keep coming in slow but wonderful ways. I do not like the whole waiting part of prayer.
Tomorrow is another day with no mistakes in it.