Man, LIFE is busy! Good busy though. Two manuscripts submitted, another almost ready to go. And then there’s the ‘after’ of busy. When the motor has been cut and the boat is drifting. When the wind stops. When the sails have been furled.

Drifting. Hate the drifting. But it always seems to happen after a period of intense activity. When the project I’ve been buried in is done, and before the energy of the next one kicks in. I fluff around, directionless. True it is when the floors get cleaned, the desk is tidied, the paperwork is filed, but it feels like such dead time.

Anyone else feel like that?