We each chose a different word that embodied our writing goals for 2019, and a critique partner made a rock like this for each of us. As you can see, my word was "FINISH." I had no idea the significance that one word would have this year, and I can't thank her enough for the paper weight.
My father was recently diagnosed with lung cancer, and he's fighting it with chemo, immunotherapy, and (if necessary) high, concentrated doses of radiation. We've rallied round him. He had his first "cycle" of treatments this week. We love you, Pop Pop, and you're our family's top priority right now.
While his health will clearly be our focus this year, the rock sits at my writing station, reminding me, silently, that I still need to FINISH my MS. It reminds me that making even a few edits, every day, will get me closer to that final draft.
Thank you, Ink Ladies.