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It’s the week I’m taking care of my father after surgery. It’s his first big surgery ever and it’s been interesting adjusting the farm routine to fit the new restrictions on eating and working.

And i will be the first to admit that. It’s just that since arriving last week, I’ve been “stuck” creatively. Almost a writer’s block, but where you get things on the page, but they are so aggravating to write that it’s easier to not write at all.

I’m bombarded with great ideas (hahahahah, isn’t everyone?), but absolutely dread and fear picking up the computer. It’s like I’m purposefully holding myself back from success and I’m not sure why.

I mean, it could be lack of talent and know how—-hell, might be all three.

Lucky boy, the dog, is once again living his “best dog life” on the farm.

Last weekend I had some sales and they were cool. I’m going to repeat them this weekend because I’m just seriously down on my writing and myself and there’s no reason other than the upheaval in my schedule and all again.

So, enjoy more Free and Reduced Smut!!