I bit the bullet yesterday, wrote to my family and told them we would not be attending my nephew’s wedding. I hated to do it, but I have not been doing well, and we do not think a plane trip is advisable. I had been looking forward to seeing my scattered family members, but it was not to be.
Since it was the plane trip we were most worried about, my husband and I are still going to take a small driving trip. He has to take off the time he scheduled, and both of us desperately need to get away. We will probably drive through east
At the expense of backsliding with my Effexor. I shall have to call the doctor (again) now that I’m coherent.
I did get my Celebrations in, only one day late, so yesterday was not a complete loss. Freelance work at the paper is drying up, so I am pursuing other options.
Over a year ago, I blogged about a children’s travel book I wanted to write. I have actually written several chapters now. It hit a snag when I broke my jaw, but I’m finally starting to get around better now.
Since the book features an online component, I’m working on the project with my big bro. We have run into some tech difficulties, but I am plowing ahead with my writing.
I also met a gentleman who is a Polish Catholic Holocaust Survivor. We are working on his memoirs together. I’m writing it as a YA novel/memoir, since he was in his teens when he was interned.