I'd hoped to have a working first draft ready for my mom to read by today, but it didn't happen. Children who need me, sickness, and life got in the way. Along with the fact that I'm not a very good writer, yet. Working out the plot and character development has involved rewrite after rewrite.
Everyone can come up with excuses, reasons, why the work didn't get done. The world wouldn't judge me for stopping, giving up.
I want to overcome, to persevere. I want to finish. Maybe not this year or the next, but before my kids are grown. It is only excuses that separate me from my goals.
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