I'm not really sure where to begin, but basically, I just want to say that I attempted a novel these few months and that I finally entered it into a contest. There's more to be told about that particular manuscript than what I'm letting on right now, but let's just leave it at that for now. I'm mostly here just to say that I feel like I'm still recovering from the entire exercise of writing the thing. I ought to term it my 4am Novel because that was what it was in reality. Most of it was crafted at that very hour each night, and in little spare moments I somehow managed to squirrel away throughout the day, any chance I got. It's so HARD writing much of anything at this phase of life as a mother and wife. In fact, it's amazing that I can even keep a semblance of a freelance career afloat at all. So you just imagine... with creative writing projects like the one I just mentioned sitting at the tail end of this long list of priorities, there's hardly ...