Last night I did some more writing.  The words did not want to flow.  Some days it seems so easy to write with stories just streaming from my mind to the page.  Other times it seems my brain and my hands refuse to talk to each other and I am left staring at a blank page.  With future publications plan I wish I could simply write with ease each night, but not so much. Therefore, I relish what little work I was able to do last night and move on.  There will be easy days and difficult days, but the most important thing to do is to keep going.  Every little bit will add up over time.  I am not giving up.  I’ve gotten a taste of what it feels like to be a published author and I like it!