I’m still here. I’m still working on a new contemporary romance. Progress is slow but steady.

I want to be optimistic but as my friend recently said, “life is life-ing” and I can’t reliably get my butt in the chair every day. I’m at least halfway.

Meanwhile, here is the winter garden on a frosty morning.

I’m always tempted to rototill on the first sunny day in winter but it’s still a little early.