In which nothing much happens

Well, so far so good on the shredding thing. I'm still being cautious about what I say, but I'm venturing slightly more to opening up. I'm not going to push myself, though. I am going to need to trust the process first.

Not much in the way of writing lessons in this one either. That may take some time. Mostly just dumped a bunch of worries about other stuff. Did realize that one thing I really like about my favorite author is that the firm belief that light and air heals wounds--they fester in darkness and ignorance is very clear throughout her stuff.

Read The Dark Hills Divide last night. The author notes talk about how it started out as a serial story for his kids, and that he'd write a new installment for them every week. Hmmm. Now there's a plan....