In a world where there are no coincedences…

I mentioned last night that I stumbled on some of my writing while looking for a completed assignment that I never found.  I no sooner finished up all my writing tasks and got into bed to do some journaling than stumbled upon said assignment, in a notebook I’d already searched.

I’m taking that to mean I was supposed to find that gorgeous writing on my “Commoner Days” sequel because it has all that special needs writing.  Maybe this is how I’m supposed to write it, rather than this dream about a non-fiction book that’s killing me.

Mulling it over…