The pandemic has stolen from us all. It's stolen our time together. It's stolen our ability to get out in the world. It's stolen graduation ceremonies and proms. In the worst of all cases, it's stolen our health. It's stolen money and jobs. It's stolen our loved ones.
It's also stolen our feeling of having any control over our lives.
And so, after finishing my latest book (the last of my Ruby's Place Christmas series), I decided to start my own new chapter. Out with the old, the held onto for far too long.
I'm in the midst of carving out a new workspace. Right now, it looks, well...
In a way, it's nothing. A space. A clean-out. What is that, in light of everything that's going on outside my door?
Only, it's also my workspace. A place of creation and dreaming.
And right now, I think we all know just how important those two things really are...
It's also--small as it is--giving me some feeling over control over something. Over my domain. Over some sort of space around me.
...really, though. I wasn't kidding about that dump truck. I honestly think I'm gonna need one.