Last month my mother died and this put a big screeching halt on my writing. I am not sure that I can get back to it any time soon. I have the desire but the block it like a two hundred ton slab of granite. I can't seem to penetrate it. Even my poetry on my Living in the Middle blog is filled with the loss I feel right now. I have written over fifty thousand words of the first draft of this story. That happened in November. The story is half way there but the other half left me completely. I was hoping to finish the first draft before March. March is NaNo's editing month. I doubt I will be ready for that.
