Lately I feel uninspired and stuck. Been trying to finish Our Kind of Love since last month and I just can’t seem to get it over with. I often find myself staring at my previous novels and ask how I ever wrote them much less made it to the finish line. I guess it has a lot to do with me finding motivation and not wallowing in self-pity. I have to tell myself that I can do it, and I must if I want to have a sense of accomplishment. Thank you to all those readers who picked up at least one of my books and read it, not to mention took the time to leave a review and either rave about how good a job I did, or suggest ways to improve my writing. I truly appreciate my readers and will never take you for granted. I doubt I was able to get this far without your support.