I’m a selfish little toad.
In a move to ensure I keep at least a wee hold on sanity, I have just begun one week of writer/me time. Yes, it is the holidays. Yes, I should be tucked cozily into my family. I know this.
However, I also know that an extended period of time in a world where everything I’m not smothers out everything that I am, is not good for my mental *cough, cough* stability.
So, do I croak or do I ribbet when Guilt comes knocking at my door?