It's the 26th as I sit here and write this out. I've spent the day working on the edits for the sixth Ranger book. Yep, the entire day. It's now back in the hands of my beloved editor hoping I came close to addressing the issues she pointed out.

What a year, right?

Last year, I said writing best friend romances were hard. Clearly, not hard enough as I wrote more this year. Will I ever learn? No, probably not.

By this time Dec 2018, I'd written one million words. I don't think I hit that this year. I quit keeping track earlier in the year, and honestly, I have no idea how many I wrote. My list of published titles now sits at twenty-six books and two boxed sets.

I have plans to pubish at least one a month in the new year. We'll see how long I last. Ha.

That whole trusting God thing didn't get any easier either. I think I trust Him more than I did, but not nearly as much as I should. I suspect I'll live my life in that perpetual state.

I still love writing, but I'm getting tired. There's only so many times you can arrange the alphabet into a fifty-thousand word novel without feeling a bit drained. This coming year, I think I need to learn how to balance things in my life.

One of the reasons I think I've pushed so hard is because, like I said last year, I think I'm pretty decent at this and as someone who has never been good at anything, I find it hard not to write. What if I take a day off and I'm not good at it anymore? Perhaps everyone feels that way from time to time.

I also commented that my skin had grown a little thicker, and I think maybe it's grown so over the last year. The same holds true. Not every person is for every book and not every book is for every person. That will never change and it's okay.
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Here's to the New Year. May it bring you joy, love, and peace. 

Yep, I'm late sending this out. Yesterday was a workday. An outside workday. We raked up three trashbags full of leaves. I love the tree in my front yard, but I wish it'd clean up after itself. Whew, that was a lot of leaves and then it was windy. So, we'd rake them up only to have them scatter again. Talk about working against yourself. Good grief.

Then we trimmed our Christmas tree so we could bring it in. Oh, and yes, our youngest kitty has already ventured up into the tree, but he was too quick to get a picture. I guess he didn't want photographic evidence of his shennanigans.

After that, we worked on upgrading my daughter's desktop computer. We took it in to be tuned up and it was a one-core processor. No wonder it was so slow. Unfortunately, we can't figure out why the video isn't working, so we're taking it to the Geek Squad today to see if it's us or the parts. (I hope its us because returns are a pain.) 
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It's already the 6th of December, guys! Less than twenty days until Christmas. I get that time speeds up the older I get, but did it have to be warp speed?