The Christmas shopping season has officially begun. As a minion of the retail monster, I have been a slave to the masses for the past two days. Up and at work by 5:30am yesterday and there at 7:30am today.
Hooray.
Needless to say, I have not been feeling very creative lately. It is difficult to let your imagination flow when you can barely keep your eyes open.
But when the holiday season slows down, it will be easier to get back to my fiction. Calli is standing in a Roman alley, waiting for me to return. Her sister, Echo, is trying to convince Martina to allow a young boy to join them. Aria, from my very first novel, is urging me to return to the task of writing the synopsis of her adventures so I can get her out into the publishing world once again.
So many little things are getting in the way. But I will get back to them soon.
Soon . . .
