Today as I walked back from my doctor appointment,along tenth street the streets were lined with discarded Christmas tree and the crisp city air smelled of pine. I have been busy working on my book so this is going to be short. Ive been asking myself today what is this garbage you are writing, but I am telling myself to keep writing even if it is garbage sooner or later Ill stop writing garbage. Besides my son flew home last night and it keeps my mind off of missing him.
My boyfriend broke up with me this morning again and writing is keeping me to busy to think of him also.