Another personal day

Have I used up my quota yet? This time, it was this whole family fiasco, wherein my grandmother adopted a new dog. Very nice, way, way too big and strong for her, but whatever. I don’t have the energy to rant and I like the dog too much to complain. Long drive, immediate babysitting duty upon return, so on, so forth.

I’m still messing around with this new idea. Not prepared to say too much about it though. It’s good though. Or will be, by the time I get through with it.

Published by Joyce Sully

Joyce Sully believes in magic and dragons and ghosts, but is not convinced her next-door neighbors are real. So she writes stories. Really, what else could she do?