Yes. That’s a word. I just wrote it to see if spell-check would tell me it wasn’t.
I have a huge desire to wax profound on this evening that ends the day of my e-book’s birth.
But those few pretentious sentences are all I have in me.
It’s been a draining day, and I’m so thankful that my house is still feeling the benefits of forced-cleaning for our home group last night.
If you’ve read my e-book, I hope you read the part where I explained that the best thing about having hope is knowing that even after a crazy, tunnel-vision period (like when you’re totally consumed with writing an e-book), you know what to do to get back on track again.
Pre-blog, I seriously didn’t know. Each crazy, tunnel-vision period resulted in my being further convinced that this non-chaotic-house-thing would forever be beyond my grasp.
I’m pretty sure I should stop typing now since I could easily start/continue to babble.
Did you get the e-book yet? Check it out. 28 Days to Hope for Your Home.
I’m going to bed now.
The dishwasher is running, so I know it’s all going to be okay.