Nancy Bartholomew

Hadn't written one single word since my return from the cabin.  Not. One. Word.

Needless to say, life has intervened.

But one inevitability has transpired-

I've done the taxes.

Some would consider this to be a major work of fiction.

Not I.

That's why I have a big box slap full of every single receipt from every single expenditure for the past year.  That's why I sit amidst that mountain of paperwork every year trying to resurrect the past so TurboTax can then explain it to the IRS in terms they can understand.

No wonder I haven't written.  Who could write with that kind of log jam in their head?