EENIE, MEENIE, MINEY, MO



Eenie, meenie, miney, mo-- What do I pack and what must go?

That seems to sum up what I've been doing this week--if you can imagine the suitcase as my brain. I've been de-cluttering and prioritizing, trying to streamline what I need to do to make this book happen.

Fudd (the cat) is a good picture of the pesky ideas that want to fill my brain and my time instead of the stuff I really need to take on this writing journey.

I'm being vague, aren't I? That's because it's pretty vague to me, too.

But I'll press on. I think at this point, that's about all I need to do. That's enough.

So, just keep praying I can see the road ahead and the signs pointing the way. I'm thinking it'll all work out.

And, family, our own family blog seems to be a pretty popular idea according to the vote. I think my mom would be a great one to set it up and manage it, don't you? (I love you, Mom.)

Thanks for checking in on me.
Fudd thanks you, too.








Comments

Anonymous said…
what's up with grey cats and luggage? wolfie is the only one of our three cats who jumps into the luggage bags as soon as they're out. go figure.

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