The years keep moving right along. I scatter my writing between summer existence and winter existence. I'm winding down at my winter warehouse job, which means writing becomes elevated. I'm going to push my most recent middle grade novel hard. I don't plan, plan to be the key word, to write anything new until I sell this lollipop. It can be sold. It must be sold. It will be sold. Or so I will try. Current title is leaning towards: "The House of a Thousand Flies". Thoughts? Perhaps you all will see this from the beginning soon...