I was doing pretty good yesterday and this morning, but this afternoon sucks. I'm tired. I'm depressed. I'm still bleeding. That's the worst part, I think, the constant reminder every time I go to the bathroom.

You know who's awesome? Seriously awesome? My husband is awesome. I am feeling down and tired and out of sorts so what is he doing? He's coming home early just to be with me. Because he's awesome and it's always worse when he's not here. He makes me feel safe.

I started writing again yesterday, though, and that felt good. I dug out the tiny bit of the NaNoWriMo project I started a couple of years ago. I can't find all of it, but the excerpt I posted here was a good seed for something. I didn't get a lot added to it, but it was fun to just be writing and I think I can go in an entertaining direction with the story. It will, if nothing else, get my mother off my back. She's been nagging me to write more and, as you can probably tell by the frequency with which I update this thing, I just haven't been up to it much in the last year or more.