I'm trying to figure out how to put together a writer's website. Once again I am clobbered by the it's-so-much-more-work-than-I-thought-it-would-be pie in the face. Now I will meditate, because looking at other author websites led me to the blog about the SCBWI writers' conference in LA that I didn't attend. Which made me think unhelpful thoughts about how I need to do more, and hurry up about it. Tight chest. When really, all I need to do is breathe and write and feed the kids once in a while and go running. I may start saying no a lot and will probably stop answering my phone. Text me if you need me.