One bad thing about being on vacation for almost two weeks is I've lost my writing groove. While I managed to write every day, it continued to be less than five hundred words more often than not.
It didn't help this week I got two pieces of bad news that impacted my mood and writing. One night I started to cry from fatigue and sadness. I had people to get me through it, and I did eke out a few words that night.
I also have a number of things I need to get done. It's sometimes hard to pick what to do from all the choices. I hope I can pick one and focus - just a matter of which one.
Let me finish this blog post by wishing all dads a Happy Father's Day. Wish I could call my dad and talk to him. Make sure you call yours.