A day off.

As a writer, I’ve learned that whenever possible my days off should be mindful, intentional. So Sunday, among other things, I spent time with my spouse –most of it doing gardening and yard work. I had a lovely visit with my eldest son and grandchildren, where we brought dinner, hubby helped them build bunk beds for my granddaughters, and I spent time with my daughter-in-law Christine and my new grandson.

Daughter-in-law Christine and new grandson. 

My son and granddaughters, being silly.

Yesterday was not a day without word count. It was, rather, a day where I filled the well, so that I could be more productive all this week.

And today, so far, I have 800 more words on a short story called “The Weeping Stair.”