by Peggy Bechko
It’s the beginning of calendar year 2018 but the end of my 2017 writing year, and I’m tired.
Got a lot done, but so much left to do. And I’ll bet they’re all on a collision course.
What’s my meaning here?
It’s the beginning of calendar year 2018 but the end of my 2017 writing year, and I’m tired.
Got a lot done, but so much left to do. And I’ll bet they’re all on a collision course.
What’s my meaning here?