Tyler stepped outside of the barn and looked towards the house.  He hoped Katie would come out so he could see her, but she didn’t.  He sighed and stepped back inside the barn.  Old Betsy mooed in her stall.  She was getting impatient with him.  He climbed up into the loft and tossed down…

It seems cliche really to say that writers write, and yet is so true.  While I haven’t been blogging much lately, I have been doing Camp NaNoWriMo again for July.  I am hoping to get this blog going more again.  I’m a little over a year out from Grad school and finally feeling like I’ve…