the war isn't over

The last couple of mornings I've woken up slowly, groggy, remembering only snippets of my dreams. A party, a rock band driving somewhere in a van, a board game . . . the more I try to remember the hazier those snapshots become. The restlessness is back. It leaves me tired, jittery, dissatisfied. And unsure what to do about it. I'm heading to Vegas to visit my sister and grandparents next weekend; hopefully that'll help. Or at least recharge my batteries a bit. I'm a little burned out, honestly. It happens. I'd like to make the time this weekend to rewrite the last chapter of my novel so I can give the remainder to my writers group for feedback. I'm looking forward to starting the editorial process for this one when I get back from Vegas. While I'm traveling, I think I'll poke at Emmelina, see if I can sort out what happens with the witch in that one. And I plan to read a lot, and sleep.

Happy Thursday, all. Thank goodness it's almost the weekend.