Well...

Guess I've been sleeping for the past two years. Why not write? I still have so many ideas crowding my brain, but it seems the seconds fly into minutes, which fly into hours and then days. Before I know it, time is history.
I actually HAVE been writing, just not in here. I am presently trying to write a novel, even if it is for my family's eyes only. I have a great idea (so I think) and am currently nearing the climax of the story. A major road block ensued so here I sit.
And sit.
I wish I had the ability to create deeper characters. Mine are very easy to read at the surface. When the editing begins, I will be digging.
Get the shovel ready!
Ugh!