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Not sure I'll get to finish this blog post.


I’m finally sitting down to write something!  Oh I have been wanting to do this.  I’ve been slightly tied up lately, nursing a new baby every couple of hours.  Yep, we have a newborn in the house again!  Currently I am in zombie mode, surviving on very little sleep.  It is a happy sleepy time though…I’m enjoying getting to know the little one I’d been waiting to hold for nine months.  He is a sweet baby boy and I’m loving being his mommy.  Even in the middle of the night, honestly.  It’s a sweet time in those quiet hours, just the two of us.  I’m blessed and I know it.  J

 

Of course, writing has been on my mind.  I want to get back to work on book #2, and soon!  I set a goal for this one, to finish within a year.  I started writing it in November, so it’s still an attainable goal.  I hope all goes as planned and I’m able to pursue having my second book published.  I just have to remember to work hard and continue to live on little sleep for this to happen.  I’ll sleep when my kids are grown, right??

 

Super short blog post, I know.  I have a little one calling my name and I’m going to snuggle him!

 

Until next time…

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  1. gm7July 24, 2014 at 9:16 AM

    I just stumbled on this blog and loved, loved reading it. All of it. Thank you for sharing your life.

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