I surprised myself this month. After my short story attempt blew up, I spent about a week not writing anything. In the last two weeks of the month, however, I've written the first 5,000 words of a novel. Yes, a novel. If that's not surprising enough, here's more: It's mainstream fiction, not speculative, and I'm working without an outline. This feels like, "Hey, why don't you jump into the ocean without a life jacket and dog-paddle back to shore?" It's daunting and exciting.
Also in February, I read a couple of books, "Six Wakes" by Mur Lafferty and "Roomies" by Christina Lauren. I'm currently about a third of the way through "The Swiftly Tilting Planet" by Madeleine L'Engle, which I'm not enjoying as much as the first two books in the series, but it's still good.
It's amazing how much I've managed to get done, considering the other demands on my time. There's the day job, of course, and my 2e teenager is requiring more attention recently, as well. Speaking of the day job, I need to go do that, so I'm cutting off this post here. Have a wonderful day, all.