I finished the rough draft to a short story this week, so I'm happy about that. I'm now working on the rough draft to a novella, and I'll probably return to the short story to revise it after I finish the novella rough draft. It seems like there's always something to do.
The weather has been really cold this past week with subzero wind chills, but it's started to warm up again. I'm grateful for that. I can tolerate the cold, but I definitely don't enjoy it.
What would you like to celebrate?