I cannot believe that there are less than two months until the end of this year. I'm not sure where all the time has gone to. I know that as a family we have been very busy. Indeed, we have gone places and done things (which I will post about here before the end of the year) but there's this sudden feeling of waking up and wondering, "How did I get here?"
The winter was brutal, it seemed to me. Though I know that there are those who had it far worse. It was like it sucked a bit of life out of me. I was trapped inside much of the time and could have been reading or writing or quilting. Yet most of the time was sucked away by watching full seasons of shows my husband or I had only just discovered. It was so easy and passive. Much like opening Pinterest on the computer and then somehow disappearing into it for hours, which I have also done this year more than I care to admit.
I hope to right myself on a better track in the coming year with habits I have noticed from successful authors that I follow on Twitter. Although, sometimes I do wonder, with all they have going on, when they sleep. Do successful authors sleep?
Enough procrastinating. I need to wake up and get down to business.