I should have been writing or editing, but I just couldn't do it. Books called, their pages crinkling late into the night. And in the mornings, I drank coffee while looking over my back 'yard', which is THE BEST place to write. Ever.
This pic is from last summer. The lake hasn't filled yet (thanks to no snow, runoff, or spring downpours), but here's to hoping!! Trees aren't that green yet, either.
Yes, I enjoyed my break, but now it's back to the old grind. Life and the muse are fighting for my undivided attention.