Jane admonished me today for being a couch potatoe. I have to agree, I don't do much but read, watch tv, sleep and eat. I try to reve my motor once in a while, but not very successfully. She points out that, if I'm bored, it's all my fault. And she is right!
Soooo.... I started writing again. Nothing too daring, just doodling with a memoir. That's not too surprising since most of my published writing, so far, is autobiographical, even the stuff I pass off as fiction. (See Moonshine Harvest)
[Jan, this is our chance. Let's combine notes and see if we can get this thing started. What do you say?]
My memory is still pretty sharp for things in the distant past. My first page of scribbles was kind of fun. Of course, I know full well what it's like writing a complete manuscript. Not just writing but re-writing and re-writing, over and over again. ugh!