One day, maybe I'll get it usable again. I keep saying "If I only had this space I could write the great American Waff Novel about sword and sorcery and amazons and things that go bump in the night," but I suspect I'm kidding myself. But perhaps I'll persevere.
Meanwhile, in honor of the hot weather, I'm writing a story set in a blizzard.
Such is life.
I hate junk room dust. I have an amazing amount of sock yarn.
But I now have room to put up my quilting frame. That must count for something.