I wish I knew how to better put things into words. Words are promises, history thats hard to deny. I've written time and time again, that writing puts things in stone for me. Sometimes that is why I won't write. Sometimes I don't like the truth. I don't want to lie, so it's better to say nothing at all, sometimes.
I've moved out of the camper. It's been up and down. Moving was really slow, stressful and at times it almost wasn't going to happen at all. But it did, and here I am, at a desk, with the internet - writing in my underwear again.
So, the world really does go round.
I've got a little garden planted. It was planted late and is kind-of unproductive. I also have 11 chicks, one hen and one rooster. Blur loves to stare at them. Tuck likes to lick them when he can.
Writing has been on my to-do list for a while now.