Okay, so October was not the most photogenic month for Morning Make.

I wrote. In the mornings. At the pool, at home, at my brother’s, on vacation. I woke up and wrote. In the summer I started a novel. It’s not the first novel I started. The first one is abandoned, the story died out and I didn’t feel is deserved a second life. But this manuscript still has me going.

It felt great to commit to each every day. I won’t lie, I’d hoped it would spur me on to keep that habit after October. It did not. But it is not abandoned, it is not dead. When I have the wherewithal I pull it out and add a few pages of text. The first draft doesn’t have to be pretty, good, or even legible, but it is has to be there.