This is a day late, but I fell like my life this week is continually a day late. Normally, dear friends, come autumn with the falling leaves and Pumpkins and Pumpkin Spice Lattes and cranberries, comes November and with that NaNoWriMo. Each year I strive for that so far unreachable hope, thinking one day, I'll … Continue reading Sherlockathon 2020 →