We arrived home a little later than planned as we stopped in the city for a meal out with grandson number two and his significant other. It was a luncheon that was well worth the delay in arriving at home. There is no snow on the ground, not a good thing for the farming communities here on the prairies
Now, a few days later, I am ready to return to a more regular writing pattern.
The main writing project is volume one of a historical series that opens with a scene in France with Rollo, the Viking who becomes the first ruler of Normandy. The volume isn’t about Rollo though he does have a significant role at the beginning of the work. His son, Guillaume de Longue-épée, has a more important role before the story shifts to recount the tale of yet another man who then becomes the central character.
But before I can devote most of my time to writing new content, it is time for me to prepare my taxes. I sell books and the income must be declared as taxes. I have a pension and that means I have to pay taxes. Rather than complain about paying taxes, I have to admit that I am thankful. Why? Paying taxes means that I have money coming in. Imagine not having enough income to require paying taxes. I am blessed.