Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I feel like I have been eating frogs all week. Honestly. One frog after another after another . . .
And it shows in my writing. Everything I tried to write this week has sounded grumbley, whingey or whiney so, as I believe there is enough of that in the world already, I have decided not to add to it (not this week anyway . . . )
Instead, I have decided to post a sketch of a frog—one that I didn’t eat—and I promise to be in a more cheerful frame of mind next week.
Have a great week everyone . . .