Three chapters a day

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My vision of the American flag; she's weary after hours of being waved, but merely needs a good pressing for further activity.

Like I'm limping along with the revisions, but everything is currently meted out in what I am able to accomplish....

A little bit of this, a smidgen of that... Thus is not merely my day-to-day, which helps in knowing I'm not alone in feeling.... How am I feeling this morning?

From yesterday's protest in Eureka, California.

Good. I've read three chapters of the next Enran Chronicles book, which I am LOVIN'! Can't wait to publish it next month! (It has a timely message that I didn't foresee when I wrote it in late summer 2023, but I'm still aiming for a St. Patrick's Day release.)

I slept well last night; might be due to participating in a No Kings protest at the Humboldt County Courthouse, WOO HOO! (Though I wish said protest wasn't necessary, WHATEVER!) Being surrounded by so many patriotic folks was a balm on my parched soul, feeling the assertive PUSH to get people to give a damn! And they did; so many cars honked in support, so many made peace signs and thumbs up as they passed, such a marvelous and revelatory moment! Just as good was how our local news outlets, both TV and internet, reported the protest! Despite major news organizations ignoring the nationwide event, that we had local coverage makes me hope other towns and cities did as well.

Signs for others to display.

A dear friend sends me uplifting quotes and today's was basically: Do all you can do. Don't fret what is beyond you, because others will pick up those tasks. Every single action is MEANINGFUL!!

More balm on my soul that wishes a day lasted forty-eight hours! I have another idea for a flag, so despite thinking I'm kinda done with my sewing machine, I'll be seated at it as soon as I can squeeze in the time to....

Make a change. Raise my voice. To dissent and denounce and craft and create and rest and wash dishes and throw laundry in the wash but maybe continue to avoid cleaning the shower. Lol.

Yours truly yesterday at the protest.

But I should sweep the kitchen. And perhaps muck out the loo, or two. And those three chapters a day: Heck YEAH! Three chapters a day instead of five. Sewing a flag alongside hand-stitching on Red Sky at Night Kawandi-style. Getting my steps but not in front of municipal buildings, merely in the quiet of my little corner of our planet.

Every little step counts. Wishing you a great week, loads of peace, and heaps of We Got This smiles no matter how dark looks the night. The dawn always arrives. ALWAYS!

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